My wife recently gave birth to a second, healthy baby daughter named Clare Elizabeth. Our whole world has changed, maybe not as much as it did two and a half years ago when our daughter Lena was born, but the change has been incredible, even over two weeks.
How so? Well, first, I believe that memory protects us. I did not fully recall the effects of sleep deprivation brought on by a hungry newborn. I'm suprised I'm even coherent enough to write this.
Second, it is very hard of either of us to take a break. Someone has to be attending to Clare, and Lena is an energetic two-year old who we can't ignore (she won't let us).
Third, though nothing's new, everything's new. Clare, even at two weeks old, is nothing like her sister. She's a better eater, not as good a sleeper. She rarely gets truly grumpy, while Lena would wail like a banshee when she was hungry. And Lena made little monkey noises, while Clare's grunts sound more like a pterodactyl (though I don't really know what pterodactyls sounded like, but I imagine it's something like the sounds she makes).
And lastly, splitting attention between the two children is strange. For the last 2+ years, everything was about Lena, ensuring her happiness, and trying our best not to screw her up. Now we have to spread the love, and it honestly feels kind of strange. I'm one of seven siblings, so this shouldn't be so weird, but it is.
So we will continue striking that balance, and like probably everyone reading this, hope we're doing a good job.