adjustment period

With every big change comes a need for adjustment. That phase quickly began when I stepped through my side door on Sunday afternoon with this angelic baby of mine. Both girls wanted to hold and squeeze her--a little too much and a little too hard. Both girls also wanted my undivided attention since I had basically been M.I.A. for two whole days. And both girls began to experience the gamut of emotions that inevitably follows every big change.

Somehow we are still alive three days later. Call it a miracle--call it what you will, but this adjustment period is going to take some time and the fact that we've made it this far is an accomplishment, even if it is just three days. I just keep telling myself to breathe. I also whisper to myself on a fairly frequent basis to keep my eyes half shut--that way I don't notice all the clutter, milk stains or obnoxious tantrums.

Whenever things are harder than I had anticipated I remind myself how much I wanted Elle to come to our little family. I did just about everything possible to push her out before her due date because I wanted to hold her in my arms. This change is a welcomed change, and the adjustment period is just part of the change. This change has already been harder than the change from one to two, but I realize I will find my groove and things will fall back into place--it may be a different place than before but everything will find its new and proper place.

I hope you enjoy the pictures of our family getting to know each other all over again.