My 3rd turned 6 months old yesterday. His older sisters are almost 38 months and 18 months old. I get so tired of everyone telling me that I'm busy. I know I'm busy, but I'm also enjoying watching my 18 month old trying to "feed" her brother the baby doll bottle and that my 3 year old asks where her brother is before anything else when she wakes up in the morning or from her nap. I don't rest a lot and the first few months of my baby's life have literally flown by, but I love it and I wouldn't change it for anything. You just take care of whoever is in more urgent need. Also, when I was pregnant with #2 someone told me to remember your oldest will remember more that you helped them rather than clung to the baby's every cry. I end up with 3 squished in my lap many times and I put one down to help another, and I feel overwhelmed at times. I then remember that we're only given in life what we can handle, no matter how hard it may seem at the time and that they will only be this age once and before I know it off on their own and I relax and try to enjoy it. My house will one day be clean, I won't find teddy grahams in the couch, but for now, I'm experiencing everything new again through their eyes. Oh, yeah, and I didn't have the problem some of my friends had with older kids' small toys- we never had small pieces to have to hide or take away for safety's sake! You'll enjoy it and wonder what it was like to only have one around.