The adjustment from five kids to six kids has been by far the hardest one for me. A big part of it is probably that Alex is the most difficult baby we've had. Another big part is that I have a trouble making toddler (she doesn't get the award for the biggest trouble making toddler, though). I'm older, of course. I also am juggling schooling four kids this time around. Needless to say, I'm not feeling any better equipped at handling six today than I was the almost four months ago that Alex was born.
One blessing with number six has been my older kids. They are old enough now to help me so much. Caleb, Josiah, and even Rachel can hold Alex when I need a break from holding him, can entertain him when he needs attention, and can help keep an eye on Sarah. They get Sarah breakfast and lunch (which are both self service meals at our house) and even get her dressed and change her diaper some days.
All of the older kids have such a strong bond with the younger two. They defend and protect Sarah and Alex, spoiling them both rotten every chance they get. They love holding them and spending time with them. It is truly beautiful to see and warms this Mom's heart. So, even though six kids are harder, my big kids make it so much easier than it could be. I'm so thankful to see the rich bonds my kids have with each other.