Balance

22 Jun 2013

This whole mother-of-two thing is totally overwhelming. Whoever thought this was a good idea was crazy. The topic of exactly whose idea this was has come up several times over the last four months in our house. Apparently the person with the bright idea no longer lives here. They’re off somewhere else – along with all the laughter and sleep they sucked into their suitcase on their way out the door.

 

In my haze of sleeplessness and dirty laundry I keep hearing the repeated warnings of one of our Bradley friends who, following the birth of their second child, every time his wife was out of the room, would spin cautionary tales about the trials of having two children. His wife was pushing for baby #3, though, so I never took him seriously. Oh how wrong I was…

 

In the black hole of month two post-babypocalypse another friend told me it takes four months. Four months until you feel like you can finally get out the door in a reasonable amount of time and get to the place you need to be roughly around the time you wanted to be there. I think that’s probably about right. We have hit the four month mark and this week we actually showed up somewhere early. Not my pre-baby-two required fifteen minutes early but like, three minutes early. It’s the small victories we now celebrate. The days where we only change clothes twice! The blocks of 2 ½ hours of sleep instead of the usual two! The 15 minute nap stolen in the afternoon before the four year old comes in the room yelling that now is not the time to sleep!

 

In the midst of all this tired chaos, though, the fog clears to the sunshine of a thousand smiles every day. I do not know what this baby is so happy about but apparently he likes being surrounded by people at their tired and hungry worst. Anabelle cried for pretty much the first ten months of life. She was not happy to be out in the world. There was not separation anxiety when I returned to work. I practically threw her at her new caretakers, shouting “see you at 6!” on my way out the door.

 

Jannik, though. Jannik smiles and laughs ALL DAY LONG. I have no idea what he is so happy about but his happiness is probably the only thing that has kept us maintaining some semblance of functioning the last four months. That and a crazy amount of coffee.

8 comments

  • EILEEN DUITSCHER - June 22, 2013

    Such a pertty daughter and son..Enjoy..they grow up too soon. Each stage in life should be the best where you are today because this stage will change end end tomorrow…love..

  • CHA - June 22, 2013

    Hahaha. Schaudenfraude. But still pushing for a third %^)

  • Jenny - June 22, 2013

    Melissa, hang in there! It gets easier, I promise! Sometimes we still think we were crazy to procreate more than once, and 17 months into it we still almost never get to eat for as long as we want, but it must be worth it or else we wouldn’t be working on the third little one right now! Cheers, friend, and your children are gorgeous!

  • melissa - June 22, 2013

    I figured you’d know whose husband I was referring to, CHA!

  • melissa - June 22, 2013

    Thanks, Jenny! Totally worth it, just exhausting :-) And we may have waited too long. You forget a lot in four years!

  • melissa - June 22, 2013

    Thank you, Grandma!

  • Mallory - June 23, 2013

    Hooray for making past the haze! I remember the first 3-4 months everything felt hazy but after that things got better and easier. Your kiddos are super cute!

  • melissa - June 26, 2013

    Thanks, Mallory! We’re a week in to sleep training and I think finally cutting out night feedings is helping that haze clear quickly :)

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