DS is me. My mum says looking at him is like stepping back in time 30 years. Sometimes I will see a photo of him and it will look just like a photo in the family album of me. Personality-wise - I just "get" him. If he hurts, I hurt.

However he does seem to have a streak of DH in him that I really think is good for him. DH is much stronger and tougher and self-confident than I am. DS is such a cautious little soul, so I delight in the moments he shows that infuriating stubbornness and contrariness that can only have come from his father.

DD on the other hand...she is not me. I am not sure who she is, but she is definitely not like me and DS. Somehow I know that she will be just fine whereas I worry constantly about DS...she is not as soft as her brother and as a newborn she just didn't seem to NEED me as much.

I dearly hope to have as strong a bond with her as I do with DS. I am finding it much harder to get to know her because the "feel" of her is so different. It was so easy with DS...I instinctively knew how to mother him. I love her so much, she is the dearest little thing in the world and yet sometimes she doesn't feel like my daughter yet. I am scared to death of letting her down.