I have 3 children... ages 7, 5, & 2. When I had my first, things were ok. He was collicky and a very picky eater. He stopped nursing at 6 months and lost weight. I got pregnant with my second the same month he turned 2. I was so panicky and worried about having another. How was I going to cope? When I brought her home, I even felt a little guilt for "replacing" my baby boy with this new baby girl! (sounds weird?) Things were tough the first few days, mostly because of my fears, but as I grew to understand that my son was helpful and loved his little sister, things grew easier. Not perfect by all means. I still didn't get much sleep at night, but I did take naps during the day. Sometimes I put my son in front of the TV and laid down for 15 min. That even helped. I had piles of dishes & laundry everywhere, but the more time passed, it was easier than just having one. They entertained each other, & I had more free time to catch up on things. The best friend I had was God. I said more prayers then than ever. I'm greatful for the tough & hard times that brought a closer feeling to Him.