Haha she wants another already
Oh Elle
I loved having my first baby, literally loved it. She was my entire world, I gave every second of my time and headspace to her. Picking toys to help her development, I knew all her sleep cues, I knew what she wanted before she even knew herself, I puréd home made food for her, I ironed all her clothes (even her little socks and pyjamas). I felt like I was MADE to be a mum. Then I unexpectedly got pregnant again when she was 1 and it was never the same again
first of all, second pregnancies wipe you out with a toddler who has just learnt to walk and climb. Then the baby arrives and you’re split in two, you feel like you never give either of them enough time, dedication or effort (compared to first time). I mean it’s lovely that they’ve got each other of course and I love them more than life itself, but it’s never the same after the first
Elle needs to just indulge and enjoy Saint without thinking about another just yet!