Holy smokes, I have three children.
Judah Red was born last Wednesday, October 8th. Judah means "praise to God" and Red is the name of my dear uncle who went to be with the Lord in 2010.
When I was expecting I had people telling me all sorts of things about number three (including many people who don't actually have three children, funny enough). Half the advice, if it can be called that, was explanations of how busy I would be, how number three "tips the scales" and how wild and crazy my life was about to get. The other half basically said "You've done it twice, what's one more?" And you know what?
They were all correct.
There are moments it seems overwhelming because everyone needs something at once, but overall it has been an easier transition than going from zero to one or even one to two. James and Eleanor have each other to play with while I nurse and care for Judah. Also, we have done the newborn stage before. We may not be experts, but we have an idea of what we are doing, and we certainly do not get as stressed or frantic about things like we did with the first two.
In addition, we have been blessed with a very chill baby. We have decided Judah is going to be our calm, easy-going baby and so far he has obliged.
Judah is a night owl, like most babies, and so we are blurry eyed and going through coffee at an alarming rate. But things are good. We have so much to be thankful for.
PS Behind the scenes on the photo shoot: I decided to snap a few photos when I realized that I had put them all in blue and white stripes. Eleanor had no pants and her shirt was actually covered in yogurt. Judah's onesie lasted an entire half hour before he peed on it during a diaper change. Ha.