E.B.
Two honestly was the worst for me. I was overwhelmed. Outta hands and arms and I didnt want to ask for help. I felt I had to prove I was up to the challenge.
Then I got real...Realized gone were the days I could just go do anything(even with one kiddo this was easy...one was a cake walk now that i think back to it)..gone were the days I could be super woman and do everything.
I started asking for help. Whether it was dinner at the parents house or a night off. I took what I could.
It was not long after getting well adjusted with two..and even back to work...when I found out about number three. My middle guy was only 7 months old when I found out about the third:) so the processing time was sped up....only to have to learn to adapt with three(which was easy cheesy)
I will say after having the first I was not as scared of breaking the second and third. I knew what to do in the event of an emergency situation....With my first we were at the ER like 6 times in the first month because we kept thinking we had broke him.