holding up okay?

is the question I have been asked a lot of lately. I guess with the run in I had post-partum with Payton would fuel the ever so dreaded question from family and friends that are aware of my dark past. I am, however, happy to report that this time around I am so much happier. I am not dealing with the looming event of my Grandmothers death, I got to experience an organic childbirth fully awake, I am a little more knowledgeable this time around and I have a ton and I mean a ton of support. The hubby has made several comments over the past four weeks that I am noticeably more calm and that he is so happy I got my little boy to protect me forever. And honestly, I think that’s just it. My handsome, wide smiled little man warms my heart and when he flails his arms like he is praising Jesus I am right there with him thanking him for giving me one of the greatest gifts of all, a son. While my little Peanut Butter, Payton, is still my whole world I am just so much happier with two kids. I don’t mind waking up in the middle of the night, I kiss his cheeks so much that the skin is bound to start coming off and my heart is complete. My debbie downer posts about not knowing how I would love another child is and was pure shenanigans of the unknown. So, for those of you who have been around the past two years reading this little blog ‘o mine, yes! I am holding up okay and thank you for sticking around!