Four Months of Hoot

We're four months into having two children now. And I cannot believe how easy it's been. Hoot has just fitted in, exactly right, I can barely remember what life was like without her.

She's gone from a small ball of pink to a fully fledged baby in less than four months. She is strong, and so so beautiful. I'm utterly in love with her. I think we all are. Squid is a fabulous big brother, and declares his love for her many times a day. She is now rolling, and just about to fit into our night time cloth nappies. This time round, we haven't bought a pram, so she is slung 95% of the time - we do have a bike trailer that doubles as a pram, and she's been in that a few times, but is certainly more of a sling baby. I'm sure everyone thinks we're mad for not having a pram.

Hoot is a sweet, smiley baby. She's not demanding, but very good at screeching! She sleeps beautifully (yes, at the moment, she really does sleep from 7pm-8am with one dream feed, I'm very aware that this could all change at any point), and feeds like a piranha. She's a dinky dot, dropping down the centiles and scaring the Health Visitor, but I'm not bothered as she is so clearly thriving. 

The first time round, with The Squid, was hard work. At four months, I was stuck in deep in depression, recovering from psychotic episodes and struggling with sleep. I was struggling with adapting to being a mum. But this time? This time I feel like I'm flourishing, and ready to take on the world. Who knew it would be so different?