I remember walking the bedroom in the small hours, patting the back of a fretful newborn, looking out into total darkness as everyone around me slept and the absolute despair of 'I've made a terrible mistake. This isn't what I thought it would be, I wasn't ready for this...'
By 6 months the baby is a little person, you understand them better, they smile at you, they laugh, they don't cry so much, they take interest in things other than you and getting fed NOW this minute.
Fast forward not too long and they're off to nursery and then school.
Mine are now grown-up and my best friends, I can't imagine life without my two lovely girls, but I still haven't forgotten those dire, dark, early weeks of despair before they were really them, just two squirmy tiny strangers.
Take heart. Hang in there. Honestly, hand on heart, it gets better. There are still busy times to come and tough things to face along the way, but in my experience, it gets ever better.