if i get sad, doesn't happen much anymore, i look in my bed and see my almost 3 yr old and 3 month old son, sometimes i scoop them both up hug and kiss them, and feel happy and fulfilled.
You are right, the kids bring joy and purpose. I get mad at myself when WH consumes my mind and I realise I haven't been paying attention to bub who might be doing something really cute & i was distracted! You know, she is 8 days old today, and I already regret time moving so fast!!
