Last Saturday, February 17, my husband and I welcomed our second child. Despite the amount of pain I had to endure, my hospital experience was much better this time around.
Having 2 kids for the past week has proven to be challenging. Even when our youngest sleeps most of the day, it always seems as if I don’t have enough time to do what I needed to do. I bounce from breastfeeding, to burping, to changing diapers, to playing with my eldest, to trying to get a bit done around the house, and back to breastfeeding again. Once in a while I’m able to figure out how to squeeze in a shower. I am incredibly thankful and grateful my mother-in-law took the week off in anticipation of the baby to lend a hand.
The idea of having more than one kid is not foreign to me. However, now that we finally have a new addition to our family, I realized there are a few things I was not prepared for:
- How excited and accepting our daughter was. She was excited to get to hold her sister when the rest of the family came for a visit. She wanted all the turns she could get. It was adorable. I needed to adjust to the fact that she’s eager with everything: from helping to change her diaper, to burping her; from giving her a bath, to story time cuddles before bed.
- The combined demands of my kids. I’m stretching myself thin between one who needs to be fed every two hours (on the dot too, by the way) and changed, and another who constantly want to play and cuddle.
- The guilt. It so easy to feel incredibly guilty whenever I can’t quickly attend to my eldest. I went from being able to drop everything when she needs attention to needing her to wait until I’m done attending to her sister. Sometimes she doesn’t wait very long, and sometimes it’s a good half hour to 45 minutes. It gets worse for me when she starts pouting. I know she’s only 3 and she doesn’t fully understand that she’ll have to share our attention with her sister now but it doesn’t help alleviate the guilt.
So what is it like having more than one kid? So far atleast is it’s a lot of work. It’s a constant explaining of why we need to be gentle, why we need to wait a few minutes, and why we need to use our quiet voices with diaper changes and getting puked on in between. It’s me running on sugar and exhaustion. At the end of the day though, we have 2 amazing kids and I wouldn’t have it any other way.