I really wasn't expecting to get pregnant when we did, or to have two littles so close in age (less than 2 years.)
I wouldn't trade Finola for anything...but I still wish they were a little farther apart in age.
|"What have I been born into???"|
Both need diaper changes. Both cry often to communicate - despite the fact that Cormac talks a ton now. Both want to be held. Both want to be interacted with, but in totally separate ways.
|Yes, those are marshmallows on his tray. It is my latest form of bribery.|
I hear a lot of "No Baby! Set down Baby!!!!"
|"I think they forgot about me again."|
When I was finally able to leave the room and comfort Finola (while listening to Cormac fuss sadly and say "Mama come back!") I went to the nursery, offered her the breast and broke down into tears myself.
Yup. Sometimes you just need a good cry.
Then she fell asleep and I skulked downstairs to pour myself a rather large glass of wine and eat some chocolate.
I know it will get easier. She will get bigger and they will eventually play together. He'll get potty-trained. She'll go full-time on the bottle, which will make things more scheduled. Her naps will become more regular.
It will all go so fast.
So, for now I will: 1) take one day at a time 2) thank God that Hubby doesn't travel often 3) view it all as a challenge that clearly someone up there thought I was capable of handling and 4) religiously take my birth control.
I think two tiny ones are about all this mama can handle. :o)