I remember early in my pregnancy with Rebecca, I messaged some friends on Facebook:
Okay, ladies, did you ever have thoughts like this?
“Why in the world am I messing with what I have right now by adding another child??”
Josh plays by himself, he communicates, we have a great family routine … why in the world am I having another kid??
I just need to know that these thoughts are normal … and I don’t feel like blogging about it right now. 🙂
They provided me with realistic encouragement, comments about the journeys they’ve been on, and ultimately helped me realize that I wasn’t a bad mom for experiencing some anxiety.
And now, here I am–with one baby eating applesauce, string cheese and milk while watching Curious George, and another baby swaddled up tight to my chest, desperately trying to fall asleep.
Two kids. I have two kids. How crazy is that?
A few lessons I’ve learned so far in this little-over-three-week journey:
- Mamas weren’t lying when they told me to use the Moby wrap. While I still can’t stand putting the thing on every time, it sure does help for those late afternoon snoozes Becca needs.
- A shower really is more compelling than a little more sleep. I never believed my friend Becky when she’d tell me this, but the other morning I chose to shower while Becca and Joshua continued to sleep, even though former-me would have chosen sleep over ANYthing.
- I’m more able than I realized. Not completely able, not able entirely on my own, but more able than I expected.
- Second babies really are easier–not because they themselves necessarily are, but because I am less freaked, less anxious, less …. everything. If she sleeps longer than I expected? Great! If she has trouble falling asleep? Great! (Well, not really great at 11:30pm when we’ve been rocking, bouncing, nursing, swaddling and singing for 90 minutes). But Great! as in, it’s okay! Tonight will pass, and tomorrow will come. We’ll get through. 🙂
- A second child is TOTALLY worth it. It’s worth it to see Joshua express affection. It’s worth it to see Erik’s heart melt at her first coos. It’s worth it to feel my naturally selfish heart being chipped away at just a little bit more. It’s totally worth it. Totally.
- Guess what? I do have time for quiet time with God. When Joshua first arrived in my life, I convinced myself that I didn’t and that it was okay for the season. It really wasn’t. I need that time with God, in His word. Now, am I getting to it every day? No. Is it deep and long and super spiritual feeling? No. Not usually. It’s usually to the tune of Sesame Street, interrupted by coos, cries, “please mamas”, and diaper changes–size newborn and size 5. But cracking open that Bible, whether on my phone or at my kitchen table amidst the toys, dishes and paperwork, is a crucial step to making it through this stage. And of course, any stage of life. No excuses this time around–God and His word are key in my life, and I will fit it in–it just looks different than before two kids, and before that, one kid. This is my new normal.
As Becca Boo slumbers and makes me uncomfortably hot, and Joshua buddy excitedly narrates Curious George to me for the 19th time, I am content. I am a mother times two, and wouldn’t have it any other way.
Thanks to my friends who encouraged me–you were right on. This is TOTALLY worth it.