I'm now one kid closer to having a big family. My second and precious new son arrived in good health and good spirits just 45 minutes after Chris and I pulled into the hospital early last week. We named him Reed, and we are now in the process of adjusting to a two kid count lifestyle. It's been fun, and exhausting, and exhilarating -- and all of the other adjectives new parents use to describe the indescribable joys and pains of having a new baby.
In many respects it has been easier than I anticipated. Breastfeeding is smoother, spousal communication is better, and I'm more relaxed than I was when Ben came into our lives. My sleep deprivation has yet to catch up with me and Chris has been home for the past two weeks, so we've been happily coexisting as one big family, sharing meals together, taking outings to the park and the farm, playing in the yard. Reality will certainly strike once I'm home alone with the two buggers and pulled between chasing Ben en route to the roaring river and nursing a starved Reed on the park bench.
In the days before Reed was born, there was an article related to kid count published on Babble.com titled "Full House: Why is it crazy to want six kids". What I found as intriguing as the article, which relates a lot of the same sentiments I have chronicled thus far on this blog, are the 57 (as of today) comments in response to the article -- the vast majority which I have yet to read. In my copious free time in the coming couple weeks, I'm going to delve into the feedback on this piece, and get a better gauge on how the general Babble-reading public feels about big kid count. Perhaps I'll be surprised.
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