Is one of the best phrases to hear as a parent. Especially from a stranger as she watches your beautiful children playing happily with smiles on their faces. This happened today as we were walking. A kind stranger stopped and took the time to interact with my children and shared part of her story with us and didn’t leave without telling me that my children were beautiful and so happy and that I am doing a great job as mom, because a happy mom means a happy child and she could see that my kids were happy.
Thanks kind stranger. You brightened my day.
Parenting the second time around seems so different. I wouldn’t say easier, but your perception really changes everything. I see why birth order can affect personality.
I never thought I’d be a co-sleeping parent, yet here I am happily doing it. I have become completely comfortable publicly nursing Arrow anywhere anytime. Spending time with a baby appears much easier when you’re spending time with a toddler too. I find it way easier rolling with each days changes and challenges as Arrow rapidly develops new skills. I’m finding myself a lot less frustrated comforting a baby back to sleep than I was the first time around (why won’t you just go to sleep!!!). I know now how quickly everything changes and I know these sleepless nights, all night nursing sessions, etc don’t last forever.
It’s just interesting how parenting
a second, third, fourth time around can alter your perception.
I am your brand new, wonderful baby. I have very simple needs, but I cannot communicate them to you, therefore, I am a mystery. I also am changing very rapidly, and every day will be different. I promise you–DIFFERENT. Make no assumptions, there are no patterns, just when you think you know who I am and what I like, I will CHANGE. Oh, and let me tell you about my first growth spurt. It will happen sometime when I am 2-3 weeks old, and it will come out of nowhere, like a bolt of lightning. Up until my growth spurt, I may have been a good nurser. You may have been banking on me sleeping at least 2 hour stretches at a time. You may have thought you had figured out what kind of bouncing or rocking or swaying or singing I enjoyed. You may have been gaining some confidence with your new parenting skills. HAH! I am here to tell you that my growth spurt will throw all of this out the window. It won’t just throw it out the window, it will toss it up, spit on it, tear it to shreds, set fire to the shreds, and then throw the ashes out the window all done while laughing maniacally. During my growth spurt, I will DEMAND food every hour, on the hour, and when you offer me your breasts, I will flail at them and spit them out because they will be EMPTY and so inadequate for my growing needs. I will not just be fussier than usual, I will be INCONSOLABLE. I will introduce you to several of my more distressing cries which I have been saving for just this occasion: the high-pitched wail, the piercing shriek, the crying-so-hard-I-choke-and-stop-breathing-for-awhile, the so-red-in-the-face-you’ll-think-you-need-to-call-911—these and other specialty cries I prepared for you. I will not let you sleep. AT ALL. EVER. You might have thought other parents were just joking when they said they literally got NO sleep, but really, TRULY, you WILL NOT SLEEP. You will spend 24 hours trying to comfort me. You will pull your hair out. You will wonder where you can return me to. You will question the decision you made to have a baby. You will question whey you ever wanted to have sex, ever, in your life, instead of joining a convent at the tender age of 13. You will be forced to watch an all-night Hugh Grant movie marathon in bleary sleep-deprivation while I gnaw and masticate your nipples to a pulp in my unending demand for milk, of which you are so unable to provide for me. And then, finally, when I pass out from exhaustion after wailing for 8 hours, I will only sleep for 2 hours before beginning the cycle all over again. THIS IS MY GROWTH SPURT! BE AFRAID! BE VERY AFRAID!
Love your sweet adorable baby
I need one on one time with my oldest so we can reconnect. I’m feeling disconnected and in a rut with my parenting. Whenever I used to feel this way I’d strap her to the front of me and get outside and talk. Nice and close. Or ride my bicycle with her in front of me so we could talk about the things we would see. I miss that. Now I have a toddler who isn’t listening and is talking back. I’m too busy and exhausted to parent the way I’d like too, with patience and understanding.
This makes me sad. I’m pretty sure she could use a reconnect as well.
June 16 - Something That Makes Me Awesome
Well aside from growing 2 humans, I think my sense of adventure makes me awesome. The little fear I have to take a small person around the world on my own and explore places new to myself, knowing no one. I hope we can continue little adventures with 2 babes. Having one travel companion was easy, I wonder if having two means twice the fun? I would love a cargo bike that I can trek my littles around on and take little bike tripping adventures with. I doubt we’ll be flying around the world with two, but bike trips to the islands would be awesome!
So what makes me awesome? My adventurous spirit and can do anything attitude! I hope this continues when I have more than one, I’m sure once we’re settled into a little routine I’ll be good!
Is it possible my super awesome two year old is freaking out because baby is about to arrive? She’s not much of a whiner or tantrum thrower usually but for the last week she’s been pretty bipolar. She’s either up up up if she’s full on engaged with myself or husband, or throwing a fit or whining when not. Just unusual for her.
All the hugs don’t even help. My pregnant self is running thin on patience.