When I was just beginning my second trimester, one of my friends who recently had her second child had told me that having two kids was easier than she thought it would be.
This came as a big surprise to me since everyone with more than one child seems to make it known how it’s so different having more than one. Moms of two plus shrugged off my travel success because *laughs* I only had one child. I mean, I might as well have had none, because it’s just as easy.
I took a non-scientific poll on my Facebook asking readers what the hardest transition for them was… Going from 0-1, 1-2, 2-3 or more. Surprisingly, most people seemed to say going from 1-2 was harder. It made me nervous but also kinda prepared me for the worst.
I never really got annoyed with being pregnant. I knew the baby would eventually come out, and I was a little anxious about having TWO children than being pregnant forever.
It has been an adjustment, just like having one was, but I must say it’s not nearly as hard as I thought it would be. Largely in part to having been through this before. I know when my baby needs burping. I know babies make noises when they sleep. I know the nights I get less sleep won’t last forever. I’m savoring these fleeting moments with my newborn, and all of the “hard” stuff seems minute.
My identity as a mother has also already been established. While it took some time to “find myself” again after the first, I already know who I am, and it didn’t require me to evolve entirely again as I became a mother of two.
The grandmas have left, and the husband is back at work. The training wheels are off of this mom of two gig and it’s just me and my babies. To be honest I worried I’d go a little crazy with both kids crying and demanding my attention at the same time, but it’s been nothing like that. I can’t credit myself though, I just have amazing kids.
My daughter is the best helper. She helps me how she can with her brother and tries to help much much more than that. She knows to wait when I’m feeding her him, and but other than that, I’ll stick him in my wrap and we’ll play hide and seek, walk to the park, play in her room, make meals, whatever. I even ventured out to the store with both of them by myself (I figured I’d be safe from critical eyes at Walmart), and the next day, to an unexpected pediatrician appointment.
Maybe I’m having a lucky streak, maybe I have yet to experience the most difficult challenges of having two. I should probably knock on wood just in case. But for now I’m just happy to have what I have and be where I am.
As I drove home with both my beautiful children (awake and content) I said a silent prayer of gratitude. I was so worried about the transition, but it’s been even easier than having my first. My son fits in like he’s been here all along–Or like he’s been missing, and now that he’s here, we’re functioning like we should.