I've been a mom since March 12th, 2012. I was scared to death because I didn't feel like I was remotely ready to take on a baby, let alone two!!
We adopted the boys at 9 weeks old. (well, not officially but for the sake of making this journal easier we'll just say that they are adopted and leave it at that

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The first few days were the hardest, we were trying to follow advice from other moms and my mother was trying to help but things are so different than when she raised hers that it was difficult to gets things into a nice flow. DH and I were overwhelmed and completely exhausted. But after a week we were able to get some semblance of our life back together. We could cook and eat a meal, though not always together and most of the time it was cold.
After 2 weeks we are really getting things down. We can tell who's crying and why... it really is amazing that you can tell this. Nights are easier now that we assign a baby for each of us. The rule is you only have to truly wake up (get out of bed) when "your" baby cries. So nights are much easier. We've also learned that noise is our friend. We always have music, the TV, or the white noise machine going so that the boys feel more comfortable and aren't startled awake by every little noise. We read "The Happiest Baby on the Block" and really take the "S's" to heart. We swaddle, sush, swing, and let them suck to their hearts content. I no longer treat them like little ice sculptures afraid to break them or make them cry. And it's been the best thing for our "fussy" one because it really helps his gas and discomfort to be moved around vigorously, yes I said vigorously. I'm not being rough with him, I'm helping him to work through his discomfort. And I know what it feels like to be colicky and what makes me feel better and vigorous movement works wonders
I feel so much more confident in being a momma now that I've been put into the thick of it. Now I think that having just one baby would be an absolute breeze

Maybe one day I'll get to experience that
Sorry this first entry was supposed to be all about gushy feelings of love and wonder, but I have Jackson (the "fussy" one) in my arms and he's demanding some bouncing time so that's where my mind went. Never thought I'd have my own parenting journal, but here I am. I hope I'm here to stay!