Ds is a gorgeous gurgly baby. He feeds well. He sleeps well. He grins, he coos, he chuckles. He likes a cuddle. He's scrumptious.
Dd is... well, she's 2. God I love her. She fights me on every. Little. Thing. I already do pick my battles and I read and loved HTTSYKWL and I'm trying my absolute hardest to be a calm, reassuring parent. I just wish she would just take 10 minutes off sometimes. I'm knackered. Everything is a battle.
And now I feel The Guilt because a few months ago I found it incomprehensible that I could ever feel affection let alone love for another child, and now I'm head over heels in love with ds and I'm finding dd such hard work...
I feel as though I've betrayed her.
I utterly love both of them to infinity and beyond, but I still feel so horrible that when I hear the start of ANOTHER tantrum my heart sinks instead of being flooded with motherly love and concern.