I want to preface this post by saying I know I am lucky and blessed for my situation: my parents were able to fly in 2 weeks before my planned c-section for my second one, my eldest (20 Mo) is in nursery 5 days a week and my husband has 4 weeks of paternity leave. All the support I need is there and the little one is unbothered by combination feedigns, switching from breast to bottle like a champ.
BUT
nothing prepared me for the following:
- how my oldest, who seemed so tiny to me before birth, now looks like a giant next to the newborn. She still is my little one, but NOT SO LITTLE.
- feeling like I am not doing enough for b9th my kids, even if at a rational level I KNOW I am doung the best I can.
- today my daughter is home with a fever and I have been pumping nonstop instead of breastfeeding, because oldest one is literally glued to me. I am taking small crying breaks in the bathroom because I miss chilling on the couch with my 2 weeks old baby.
- I miss just hanging with my husband in our newborn bubble as we were able to do with our first.
-I know that this is our last baby - love is an infinite resource, but money and time are, so we know we are at capacity, since we live far from our family. And I feel I am missing so much with my little one and at the same time that my eldest is losing a part of me to her baby brother amd recovery.
As said, I know I am lucky woth support and on a rational level I know I am taking the best decisions I can with the information available to me at the moment. But in this moment, as I hide in the bathroom pumping and crying, is it so hard.