Here’s something amazing: people – even experienced (and by experienced, I mean old) adults like me – have an amazing ability to continuously adapt and expand personal capacity. You work full-time and are amazed you can find the time to cook and read a book, you get a pet and somehow do all those things AND walk the dog, you have a baby and yet again are able to adjust and expand to suddenly include all the baby-related tasks (and there are LOTS). A second baby? You do it again. Sure some things suffer and your attention to detail may not be as tack-sharp as it once was. But in general? Everything gets done ok.
Having returned to work a few weeks ago, I am once again learning this lesson. It’s not immediate, and it’s not without some aches and pains (in my case 4 weeks of sickness) but it happens. Already I can feel that we’re nearly 100% fine – we get to rhe office with 2 kids in tow, do a decent day’s work, come home to cook and eat a meal together and even have a few hours to relax and enjoy our evenings. The children are clean and happy. The house is messy, but not dangerously so. The food isn’t as gourmet as I’d like, but it’s homemade. We’re doing it. And before we realize it, everything will be so second nature I won’t even remember ever struggling. I never would have thought this possible, but here we are.
Does this mean we can handly a third baby? 
