Apparently my “most recent” post was exactly a year ago. I was 24 weeks pregnant. It seems longer than a year ago!
Nowadays, I have an energetic 2.5 year old, and cheerful nearly 8 month old. Why is it that the last 8 months have whizzed by, while the previous 8 lasted an eternity!?
I struggled with the jump from 1 to 2 children. Oliver has always been fairly chilled out, and really did “slot in” to our lives. However, I found it really hard having to divide my time and constantly feeling like I was failing one or both of them. Olly slept a lot in the early weeks, as most newborns do. It was when he started being awake for hours at a time that I felt the pressure. About this time, Sam started pushing all of his boundaries, so I didn’t feel like I could take both children out on my own unless it was to an enclosed softplay. Even then I was nervous in case Sam got a bit full on while I was mid feed and unable to step in.
This continued until around 4/4.5 months. Looking back, I’m still not sure exactly what changed. It may have been my attitude, it may have been that I spoke to friends about my concerns that I could be suffering from PND. It may have been that – at that stage – Sam started listening a bit more again, Olly was now bottle fed so I could easily step in if needed, so I relaxed. It may simply have been that we started getting Sam really involved in the day to day things we do – he’s always helped with tidying. But I added cleaning and both Carl and I made an effort to get him involved in cooking too.
Nowadays, having 2 is often rewarding and always tiring! But those early struggles feel a long time ago now. With one at preschool and the other now nearer toddler than newborn, I can’t help but wonder where the time has gone.