There is a mocking voice in my head that says, "What made you think you could handle two kids?" As my due date approaches, the voice is getting louder and louder. Sometimes, especially late at night, I give in to fear, but I mostly try to respond with hope.
I hope that baby Robin will:
*be a mellow baby
*take to nursing easily
*sleep well right from the start
*not have any food or other allergies
*not feel like she has to keep up with her big brother
*and maybe I'll put sleep on the list again, just to emphasize it's importance
*be patient (I add this to my list after dealing with a full day of meltdown after meltdown)
For Raccoon, I hope that I will be amazed at how well he handles having a little sister.