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Baby #2: The Game Changer
I get asked all the time how my life has changed since Baby #2 joined our family. I usually follow this up with a laugh and some typical canned response that will keep people from calling social services on me.
The truth is: Baby #2 is a GAME CHANGER.
When you have just one kid, you have all the time in the world to pick out cute outfits every morning, fix them delicious and nutritious meals, practice shapes and colors, and be a good parent when said kid has a meltdown - OK, that may be an exaggeration. But that's how it feels like things used to be before the tornado that is B hit our house.
Those sleepless nights, round-the-clock feeding sessions and every two hour diaper changes? Yeah. Those are back. Only this time, I must do all of that while simultaneously stopping my toddler from accidentally killing herself. For example, I took the kids to the park the other day. B started screaming to eat (she only has one volume level) and as soon as I latch her on, OF COURSE HJ decides to swing her tiny toddler body over the edge of the playground platform (you know, the section made for big kids) and is just seconds from splitting open her pig-tailed head. I had to run to grab her with B still attached. You can imagine how awesome that sight was. It's not like I had time to unlatch B and put my boob back in before I ran to save her. I left my dignity back in that labor and delivery room.
This kind of stuff is the norm now. When out to eat, my head must be on a swivel. The second I turn my attention to the baby because she's sick of being in her car seat is always the same second HJ will grab someone's drink and dump it over her head. It's like I'm constantly juggling a wild pack of monkeys with lit matches.
Don't get me wrong. Being a mom to two is awesome. It's fun to see them begin to form the bond that will one day manifest into plans of covering each others' backs when they sneak out of the house or when B needs HJ to buy her beer at 18 (Karma says these things will happen).
But, having two under age 3 is absolutely exhausting. They rarely nap at the same time and I can't remember the last meal I ate with both hands free. All of this has forced me to mellow out though. I no longer freak out when the baby drops her binkie on the floor or when HJ licks the table at a restaurant. I don't put shoes on a baby who clearly cannot walk yet (seriously, what's the point?). There are way too many other things to stress about. My brain has no room for silly worries like that.
Really, I'd like to think I'm a better mother as a whole with two babies. But, I also require more wine. So, there's that.