And then there were four..
Two under two.
Sound familar?
Been there?
You’re already changing one set of nappies so what’s the big deal. Right?
Wrong.
Well sort of.
When I was pregnant with #2, my biggest fear was how I would ever love another child as much as my first. The toddler will be 19 months when the baby is born. Have we spent enough time together? Will he cope? Will everything be okay?
The first few weeks were “easy”. Maybe I was still high on adrenaline or maybe my brain was completely fried from lack of sleep. But for some reason it all seemed easier than I expected.
Then one day I needed to go to the shops. Simple task. No more than a 10 minute trip.
I can’t just “pop” into the shops I thought…The baby is a car screamer so I need to time my trip with feeding schedules and eating times. I need to take formula, bottles, boiled water, bottled water, nappies x2, change of clothes x2, snacks for the toddler, plus my own “stuff”. And then what? I get there and need to take the pram out for 5 minutes? It takes me longer just to set it up. And what about the toddler? Does he just hold the pram? I should have bought a double pram, or a skateboard attachment. Where is that baby carrier we purchased? Maybe I’ll wait till next week. It’s not that urgent anyway. Is it?
All of a sudden there’s all these extra variables to consider. Life isn’t as easy as it was with just 1 baby (turned independent toddler).
Then there’s routines and schedules. The toddlers routine is now out of whack as there’s a crying, needy baby around. The baby’s schedule doesn’t match the toddlers. Your husbands gone to work with mismatched socks and creased t-shirts 2 weeks in a row. And your just here, winging life, smiling on the outside but screaming and crying on the inside. Life is “busier”. You’re torn into 3 parts, well 4 parts if you include yourself, (which you should!).
Basically two under two takes multitasking to a whole new level, but it also gives ‘love’ a whole new meaning.
Would I do it again? Absolutely!
Why? Because in the end, the sun will set and end the chaos of the day. Tomorrow will give me another chance to attempt that bank visit once again. And if all else fails pyjama days are ALWAYS an option.
Sending you love,
MBS
xx
