We are super excited for little brother's arrival in around 10 short weeks, but boy is it weird to think about Emmet no longer being my only baby. He will always be my baby of course, but soon another little human will need my love and attention too.
I struggle with it sometimes. I feel like Emmet already requires so much of me and I worry that I won't have time at all for myself once the little guy gets here. I worry that Emmet will get jealous, won't like the baby, won't like me anymore. I worry that my shop, that brings me so much joy, will struggle. That my brain won't be able to keep up with making, posting, and keeping stores/the online shop stocked and selling.
But then I remember. I remember how much I loved Emmet as a newborn and that newborn stage in general. How much I loved our early mornings together going on walks to the coffee shop when he woke me up earlier than I'd hoped. I remember how squishy and little he was and how much joy I got dressing his tiny body in different outfits. I remember feeling nervous about Moose, about having a crazy dog and a baby and feeling like that was going to be too much- and it was fine. I remember worrying that Moose being bigger and wild, might hurt the baby, like I worry about Emmet being a little too rambunctious - and he never did. I remember worrying that I would lose myself, but instead I started my dream shop and have been painting and getting to be creative every day since.
And then I am hopeful. Hopeful that our little house will be big enough and we will be just fine. Hopeful that Emmet, with all of the love that he gives us will love his new little brother just as much. Hopeful that, even through the harder days, I'll recognize the good. Hopeful that even though we are having a second, Emmet will always know how much I love him and that he will always be my little baby <3.