Mother of two

This last week has been a blur. Each day syncing into the next. Day into night, night into day. 

I've mostly been stuck in the bedroom, nursing our new babe. Breast feeding her, changing her, cuddling, and napping with her. 

I've been trying to slow the pace down, which is not like my usual self. I'm always on the run, fixing, cleaning, always up and moving.  

I've been trying to split my time into many ways, to spend it with my other baby and husband but it's been near impossible. I know Noah feels something different. He feels my absense. He's been tougher to handle this week. "Momma, momma..." He always calls out from the bottom of the stairs and comes over to see me. He always has a huge smile on his face and his hugs and kisses are just to die for. I miss him. A lot. But I am so blessed that my husband has been able to take two weeks off and has been the one to take care of Noah. This has given me a new found love for my other half. Alhamdulillah. 

The baby is a week old already.

I really can't believe it. 

I have another child. 

Subhanallah. 

And my heart has never been happier.