Zero to One Child is the Hardest

One of my favorite Christmas traditions is going out to dinner with my friends and doing secret Santas. Sometimes you need a holiday to remind everyone it's been awhile since we caught up without littles. We all need those nights to hang out with the ladies who are living comparable lives to ours and check in and see how they are doing.  Remind each other we aren't alone and laugh about similar struggles while cheering for each other as well. There is one conversation that comes up weekly for me and it's the discussion of  how does one survive with three children?  Some of my friends are finding the transition from one little to two hard, while others are feeling two to three is now the hardest. I 100% disagree. I think the hardest was going from no littles to one. This could be because I had no idea what I was doing. It could have been because the Felon didn't get how to latch right away, then nursed for 45 minutes at each feeding. Every two hours. While only sleeping for an hour and a half at a time. Which included the 45 minute sleep eating... My boy was wild and crazy from the get go. He still is, but I know him now. I know what he needs and I know what to expect. I know how hard the infant age is and I know it goes by fast. The nights are long, but the years are so short. I tell myself, "This too shall pass." And it does. Everything changes when you have a little and it will never be the same. You only have to accept that once. Eventually 6 am isn't hard. Doing everything with one arm is second nature. You start to tune out the chaos and thrive in this crazy and amazing life you were given. To give you an example of the Felon in action, here is a video of him at 12 months old:

Breaking gates and flying down the stairs.