The little second: first assessment 
the "breastfeeding is what's best is well known (Robert De Niro, Meet the Fockers") For a few months since I had my son ... and a little balance is needed.
Then, two children, close enough is how?
Well that's it. My impression is that after 3 months of learning, discovery, boondoggles and intensive field training, I had my little degree Multiparous (reminder: 0 = none, 1 = premium, 2 and = multi).
Because you have to admit, at first it was not easy every day.
Well, let me clarify qu'accoucher still facing the sea, and spend three days in a super clinic overlooking private beaches, the total growing-yes, even during delivery, well almost, say it was very different from the hospital in Levallois)
For a first child, Already we know that the first months are the hardest. But people forget quickly, and we deliver it in stride (ah, the instinct of reproduction!)
Well, for the second, although the small experience we can have the ability to step back and less stressful The first three months are just as difficult.
I had my little baby blues regulatory few days after birth. I read on the net that merely "postpartum depression", very common, should not exceed 3 weeks. Otherwise it was perhaps the beginnings of a real little depressed, more important.
So every day I was in my secret small countdown, I started a little pressure a little con ... But above all, not to exceed October 9!
and PHEW! I noticed, to one month of my son, that unexpected tears (mine, not those of the baby), arriving unexpectedly in the day for a yes or a no, quickly rarefied (choice: nothing to put me, I can not fit more legs in my jeans, I can not find the can opener, so I definitely want to eat tuna, I must go shopping it's raining it's awful I'll never, I'm home alone with 2 while John Chou is gone several days for the job I'm dying of incompetence it's awful, I am nothing but a lousy big puffy, but my God 12 hours of sleep per week is this enough, etc., etc.). Finally
every day when I woke up at first, I needed to set goals, MYSELF fit not to crack, do not force me to ask me questions too (go hop! pilot-in automatic mode ON) and this little discipline served me well: I imposed a mini-nap a day, I bent to a concrete organization for the time slot fateful 18h/20h, and, extreme need to sleep, we framed our son to sleep much faster than our first child! Under conditions
Zen for much less than my first baby (this year, paternity leave is long overdue and holidays ...), I got out. It seems
maybe a little silly like that, but I'm pretty proud of myself. Hey hey.
There. This discovery phase of my child, learning to decode her tears, cries, smiles and facial expressions has somehow paved the way for the emotions settle. (Oh yes because there is something that does not necessarily mean: you do not like her child automatically from the first second after its birth ... it takes a little time to get to know). It
Now that it seems to take full advantage of our children, to have made its way to our son to have fully accepted us, to love so much.
And every morning in bed, when I have against me while my two dwarfs who take their warm bottle, and me with their mini-gratouillent feet, purring, I love them, but i like!
Finally, a second, is equally surprising that first. Even if you're already been there, it's a new personality to discover, like I was discovering a second time my ability to become a mother.
And what I find amazing is to observe the relationship brother / sister who turns up. My son is watching and listening to his sister, fascinated. When she is there, not crying, he concentrated, he soaks it as much as possible. Finally, it is a marker for him, as hard as his father and mother. And it behaves like a little mother with him, imitating our actions, our songs to sleep. She knows too well that we can decode his crying, squealing, guess if he is hungry and calm by talking to him at night, when he stirs.
balance, therefore: POSITIVE!
A brief comment at the end: when I hear, or I see on the Internet, a mother who expressed a little concern about its ability to give birth, or being a mother for the first time, I'm still a little embarrassed by the easy answers like, "meeeeuh not, is that of happiness you'll see!"
(= you're too brain my old, stops to listen to you, full of women gone before you or dream of passing) 's a lot of happiness, true, but is also not obvious to manage time. And after hearing final statements like that, I think that most moms feel even more embarrassed and ashamed, to have the blues. Pamper the
mums around! smiling and even officially in bloom, that tells you they are not burnt out internally?
Contemplate its little wonder, of course, but remember Mom suddenly; it can not be reduced, once past the period sacred and protected from pregnancy, to display a simple baby.
(what, it feels lived? ;-) (PS: Big up to the family and friends who will recognize loyal, always ready to call me, listen, distract me or come see me in times when I needed it! And thank you Jean-Chou, of course, without which, of course, nothing would have been possible
yeah-Marine at the same time is not as jerky as thought, it -)
