The first three weeks went so well, and the last three days have been so rough. R is still the sweetest big sister anyone could hope for, but the rest of life has been tricky. We've had a lot of tears over the last few days and I'm afraid she's feeling a general sadness about the change in the family dynamic. I'm trying to be as gentile as possible while still making sure life goes on in a fairly normal manner, but man, it's been hard. To make it all worse, little N has forgotten how to sleep on her own and is waking up every 45 minutes, day and night, in full crying mode, insisting on being held. Ahh, the joys of parenthood. Tomorrow we start again.