And then there were two. Daughters. Or three. Women under our roof. Or four. If you count one of the cats.

On March 27th at 8:44 pm, we welcomed 8lbs 3oz, 20.5” Bryn Sybil to the world.

While the birth process was relatively tame compared to that of Mia, this little one really wanted to come into the world upside down so we endured a successful ECV (manually flipping the baby over from the outside) the week before. That out of the way, we were due for a traditional birth and mostly had one minus her coming a lot faster than expected, which resulted in the epidural not taking effect and Rebecca feeling all birth has to offer, for better or worse.

It is entirely true what they say about the second child – we can’t give her the same attention, we didn’t do the same amount of prep, and we don’t have the same amount of energy. We’re surviving, she’s surviving, and that’s good enough for now. On the plus side, Rebecca knew how to feed much better and Bryn is growing like an absolute weed – we’re already well out of newborn clothes and topping the size charts in every dimension.

Mia is absolutely smitten. So many hugs that are far too heavy, kisses, consoling. Such a great big sister. It’ll be amazing to see them begin to interact.

We are doing fairly well aside from finding out our daycare is closing permanently in two months (waitlists are upwards of two years in town – longer for infants). Rebecca is fairly well-healed, able to bike again, and walking is again becoming an option. We’re not very well rested as this one seems to be a bit emotional or generally uncomfortable with life. Thank goodness for work leave and/or work being slow.

Rebecca’s mother was able to spend a few weeks with us prior to birth and after, which was a huge help – mostly having extra hands for Mia. It was also great because she missed those early days with Mia due to Covid and it’d have been terrible to miss that for both her granddaughters. My sister visits next week to meet and also help out, and we’ve had countless other visitors saying “hello,” and bringing over meals. We’re a lucky bunch.

Bryn, you will read this one day, likely compare it to Mia’s same post, and realize it’s a fraction the length. Welcome to being the second child. I turned out mostly fine and you will too ❤️