So, it’s now been 8 weeks since we met my little Lady ZaZa on that oh so rainy Friday, on that oh so special date of 1.3.13 (has a nice symmetry, much like her big brother’s birth date, 20.08.2008) and already she has begun to blossom from baby to a beautiful little girl.
This week, especially, has been pay off for the sleeplessness and the stress. We have been blessed with an abundance of beautiful smiles – and some much bigger chunks of sleep (hallelujah for that!) – but just so we dont let me get too cocky, Zara of course still throws in some very unsettled anti sleep days too, just to remind me that she is but a baby, who’s very purpose in life is to be unpredictable.
While welcoming number 2 child isnt as scary (or overwhelming) as when you are a first time mum, it still has been confronting at times. When there is such a big age gap you feel you have forgotten (or had just conveniently blocked out) any memories of what it takes to care of a newborn. You’ve suddenly spiralled back to square one and you feel like the life you were just getting back has slipped very far out of reach once more.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way – the baby OR the big age gap – because these two little people truly do, even on the toughest days, just make me melt.