Someone said something to me once; it stuck with me because it hit me like a ton of bricks one day: Two kids is no joke.
When Amelia was born, my world was turned upside down with having a baby, and that became our new normal. It was hard, but eventually we became accustomed to the life. And then when Lincoln was born, our new normal was turned upside down. Again. Two nap schedules, trying to pump while the other is having an “I broke my crayon crisis,” taking two kids on errands and then putting them both down for bed at night. It is exhausting.
See, raising one child is a tough thing to do.
Make room for a car seat, keep your baby from every reachable choking hazard, micromanage and over-think every parenting decision because the type of sunscreen you buy is life or death! Will people judge me for this or that? Can anyone tell I’m a hot mess? Is it obvious? Where are my keys? WHY IS THERE NO CHANGING TABLE IN THIS BATHROOM? Breathe. Breathe.
As hard as it is, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It’s an odd thing, falling in love with your second child. You think your heart couldn’t possibly get any bigger and more full…and then you’re completely captivated by a new kind of love. A love x2.
You will honestly feel your soul melting into a puddle of goo when the siblings first meet, and you will gush with love over how much big brother/sister loves the baby. There are no words for this moment. Your heart will explode.
My 5-year-old is a great babysitter — for short-term purposes. Babies are clingy little stinkers. Sometimes if I’m brushing my teeth or step away from the swing to fold some towels, the baby gets fussy. Guess who pushes the music button on the bouncer? Guess who picks up the fallen paci? Guess who comes to me and says, “Mom, Lincoln spit up again.” Yep, that would be the big sister.
As hard as it has been, it’s been equally, if not more, beautiful and rewarding.
My husband and I both work full-time outside the home, so that makes things a little crazier. We try to find ways to smile and laugh through the chaos. I think it was when we were on the way back from a family gathering and both kids were screaming (one from exhaustion and one just jabbering) that we had to laugh through the chaos and then at the same time, we both said, “two kids is no joke.”