9 years ago when we brought the Bean home from the Birthing Center and the purple little bird with chicken legs was screaming her head off the whole night long, one question kept pounding in my head: "HOW THE HELL DOES ANYBODY HAVE TWO?"
As those with more than one kid know—when people say you don't sleep the first few months—you really have absolutely no idea what that's like until your wandering the hallway with a Bean wrapped in a blanket with her eyes wide-white open, screaming and squirming looking like a cartoon frog. But over time it really does get better and that night after dinner, after the bath, after wandering around the old hallway in her feety pajamas, and after a little Dr. Seuss, "Left foot, right foot, feet, feet, feet. How many feet do you meet?" I tucked her in with her blankie, her paci, her stuffed Ozzy, and she went to sleep. What a relief. She’s was really out. She’ll be down till 8ish. Hopefully. My sweet little angel. I loved to watch her breathe.
Not that there was any talk about another Bean coming into our life back then, but now I understand how a couple could have two. Because as time passes, you forget about all the hell you went through. Pleasant dreams.