It seems to me that by the time you have your third child, you might not give them the time, energy, and effort that you devoted to your first born. I worried that baby Havanna might be left in the dust, spending much of her day sitting in the swing, the bouncy, or the playpen, rather than snuggled in my arms. I remember thinking something similar when Berlyn was born. How could I possibly love another child as much as I loved my first. Then, Berlyn was born and immediately my heart doubled in size. Indeed I did love her just as much. And with an older sister to shower her with hugs and kisses, she received even more love. Now that my third child has arrived, I realize that there is something so precious about the love you feel for a newborn. I love this tiny baby, knowing hardly a thing about her. We have no idea what she will be like. She has never said a word to me, made me laugh, or made me cry. I have never had to discipline her or comfort her during times of pain. Yet I love her so completely, purely for the fact that she is mine. I look at her with hope and anticipation for what she will become, yet I wish I could freeze time and keep her this perfectly innocent child forever. There is no fear that I will love her any less. My heart holds a special place just for her. Plus, she has TWO older sisters that adore her and watch over her with admiring eyes. Little Havanna, my dear, you are loved. I believe we will find the the time, energy, and effort to spoil you every bit as much as your older siblings.
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