The months after I came home from the hospital with my second son were spent in survival mode. My days were filled with learning how to balance two very different children. Exhaustion overwhelmed my soul and I felt like a failure as a mom.
Throughout my entire pregnancy with my second child, I had envisioned the days ahead spent playing Thomas the Train together and running around outside. What I did not envision was a baby who did not sleep well, potty training being such a struggle, and so many other things. I did not expect to stare at the clock every day, eagerly waiting for evening when my husband would return from work.