Emotional Puddle

It is really hitting me lately that our days as a family of three are numbered. I know that we will adapt and that having this second baby will be one of the best gifts I could ever give Lily (just ask my sister, she ADORES me. Every second. Right Em?), but I am not looking forward to the transition period. It breaks my heart to even think about Lily being sad for a millisecond. The other day Ryan talked about her trying to play with some older kids at the park who kind of ignored her and I LOST IT. Yes, pregnancy hormones and all that, but isn't that just the saddest thing you ever heard? My precious sweet innocent little girl just wants to play and they ignored her? Here I go again. Pool of tears. Anyway, it will be even harder when I know it was our decision to have another baby that is causing her grief. Ack. I can't even type without crying. I'll just leave you with this quote Therese posted this on her blog the other day when I, again, became a giant pool of tears: 

LOVING TWO

I walk along holding your two year old hand, basking in the glow of our magical relationship. Suddenly I feel a kick from within, as if to remind me that our time alone is limited. And I wonder: How could I ever love another child as I love you? Then she is born and I watch you. I watch the pain you feel at having to share me as you've never shared me before. I hear you telling me in your own way "Please love only me." And I hear myself telling you in mine "I can't." Knowing, in fact, that I never can again. You cry. I cry with you. I almost see our new baby as an intruder on the precious relationship we once shared. A relationship we can never quite have again. But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to that new being, and feeling almost guilty. I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying her- as though I am betraying you. But then I notice your resentment change, first to curiosity, then to protectiveness, finally to genuine affection. More days pass, and we are settling into a new routine. The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast. But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we two. There are new times-- only now, we are three. I watch the love between you grow, the way you look at each other, touch each other. I watch how she adores you-- as I have for so long. I see how excited you are by each of her new accomplishments. And I begin to realize that I haven't taken something from you, I've given something to you. I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you. I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong. And my question is finally answered, to my amazement. Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you- - only differently. And although I realize that you may have to share my time, I now know you'll never share my love. There's enough of that for both of you- -you each have your own supply. I love you- - both. And I thank you both for blessing my life. -Author Unknown

Heartbreaking.