<p>It has been six weeks since Benjamin arrived - and it has taken almost as long for things to get back to normal.&#0160; I don&#39;t know why I say normal, because of course, normal today is completely different than it was before we had two kids&#0160; What I can say is that our new normal is good - very good.</p>



<p>After the first weeks of the multiple tortures of relearning how to nurse (nursing a newborn feels like being stabbed by dozens of little daggers), dealing with a jealous and potentially dangerous older brother, and of course, sleep deprivation, we are finally reaching the point where I can feel our brand-new family of four coming together.&#0160; We&#39;ve figured out how to get everybody fed at more or less the same time, leaving the house doesn&#39;t take all morning, and I&#39;ve even managed to go to the grocery store with both kids on my own.&#0160; Imagine that!&#0160; Despite my anxiety, the earth did not stop spinning on its axis.&#0160; Everything was fine.&#0160; </p>

<p>Things are good.&#0160; Sebastian is past merely tolerating his new brother - he&#39;s actually a big help - letting me know when Benjamin is crying in his bassinet and getting a pacifier for Benjamin if I take too long to get to him.&#0160; Newborns are much easier when you have a pint-sized assistant ready to help.</p>

<p>I&#39;m also over the guilt I felt when we brought Benjamin home.&#0160; Everytime I gave Benjamin attention it felt like I was cheating on Sebastian.&#0160; So I gave Sebastian extra attention, which in turn made me feel guilty for neglecting Benjamin, who is so little and probably needed my attention more than his older brother anyways.&#0160; That, my friends, is how one goes crazy.&#0160; Once I realized that there is no such thing as spending too much time with one child over another I was able to relax and enjoy both of them more than I ever thought would be possible.</p>

<p>Now we are four.&#0160; &#0160;And we like it.</p>
