I've been a mother of two for nine weeks. I'm no expert, but for those of you in the consideration phase, I wanted to share some thoughts!
- You know everything this time around....instead of my nearly daily calls to the nurses' line for my first, I'm only calling about once a week.
- Your body seems to heal faster. I don't have the sensation that my uterus is going to fall out of my body...even when I run. And I'm running...that in itself is a minor miracle.
- You know the rules are meant to be broken. I used baby powder the other day, which all my books swear against. But you know what, it was the only thing that healed my son's horrible, blistered diaper rash. Let's just hope I'm not giving him asthma (so I guess some of those neuroses remain!).
- Precious sibling moments happen nearly every day. Even smelly little toddler boys are hardwired to gently kiss little heads. And they're so happy to have a playmate (see picture).
- The enjoyment is even greater - without the stress and nerves of a first time mom, you can fully indulge in tiny toes, tiny fingers, and the all their little "ah goos."
- Leaving the house with two requires a few hours of strategizing and a comprehensive plan of attack. I consistently bribe my child with a Matchbox car if he'll leave Target quietly.
- The bizarre regressions of the older children. My three year old son wore a 12 month onesie to bed last night. The crotch snaps (undone), hit him about mid-belly. Granted, this was an improvement after sleeping in his fleece footed pajamas for a (80 degree) week, since they had "feet" just like the ones his nine week old brother was wearing.
- Husband, what husband? With two, you can still play man-on-man defense, but that means you rarely ever see your other defender.
- Breastfeeding, running, forgoing sweets, and the weight remains. When I lay on my side, my belly takes on a slug like appearance and slides away from me on it's own.
- Toddler poops look bigger than ever...downright gigantic.