You know, I am so glad J and I ended up having two little people instead of just one.
If you haven’t heard that story, it’s a funny one. We went through some infertility processes to get pregnant with Little Boy (our now 2.5 year old). Our fertility doctor (who was fabulous and we highly recommend) said if we wanted more kiddos, just to give her a call. We said we’d discuss it once Little Boy turned one. And so we did.
One Friday night shortly after Little Boy turned one, we sat down to talk. J was fully on board with trying for number two/four (two for us; four with his girls from a previous marriage). I was more hesitant. Little Boy flipped my whole world upside down. His delivery and my recovery from it were not fabulous. I wasn’t sure I was cut out to mother more than one. Honestly, the mommy guilt oftentimes was (is) such that I didn’t feel I was doing a great job as it was. But since I was on the fence, we decided to go ahead and look into the insurance piece before I called the doctor to get things rolling.
However, that Sunday I was as sick as I had been in a long time. Couldn’t keep food down. No energy. Just awful. I suffered through the day. When getting ready for bed that night, I started shaking uncontrollably in my arms and legs. It freaked me out. You couldn’t see the shaking, but I could feel it. Terrifying.
So I did something I hadn’t done since probably middle school – headed to the ER. Where, low and behold, we found out baby number two was already on her way…I was two weeks pregnant. Still scared and nervous? Yes! But excited and knowing beyond a doubt that expanding our family to six was God’s plan? Absolutely!
Anyway, so back to having two.
I did wonder if I could handle two little ones – mentoring, loving, giving each the time and attention individually needed. Having the energy to keep up with both. Having the wisdom to balance it all. (I know…you friends of mine who have 4…6…8 kids are laughing at me now. That’s okay.). And sometimes I don’t do any of that well. Sometimes Little Boy is screaming and wanting attention while I need to be feeding Baby Girl. That’s also his prime time to get into whatever he knows he’s supposed to leave alone. Sometimes Baby Girl wants held while Little Boy needs some Mommy time. Sometimes Mommy counts the minutes until nap time or shuts herself in the bathroom for a few minutes to regroup.
But I LOVE it. Yes, it’s more work (despite the fact my sister told me two is no more work than one). However, it’s absolutely worth it. They are such completely different personalities. And to watch them interact is so much fun. To see Little Boy “read” to his little sister. Or to watch Baby Girl's eyes light up and a grin come to her face when brother enters the room.
I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
If you haven’t heard that story, it’s a funny one. We went through some infertility processes to get pregnant with Little Boy (our now 2.5 year old). Our fertility doctor (who was fabulous and we highly recommend) said if we wanted more kiddos, just to give her a call. We said we’d discuss it once Little Boy turned one. And so we did.
One Friday night shortly after Little Boy turned one, we sat down to talk. J was fully on board with trying for number two/four (two for us; four with his girls from a previous marriage). I was more hesitant. Little Boy flipped my whole world upside down. His delivery and my recovery from it were not fabulous. I wasn’t sure I was cut out to mother more than one. Honestly, the mommy guilt oftentimes was (is) such that I didn’t feel I was doing a great job as it was. But since I was on the fence, we decided to go ahead and look into the insurance piece before I called the doctor to get things rolling.
However, that Sunday I was as sick as I had been in a long time. Couldn’t keep food down. No energy. Just awful. I suffered through the day. When getting ready for bed that night, I started shaking uncontrollably in my arms and legs. It freaked me out. You couldn’t see the shaking, but I could feel it. Terrifying.
So I did something I hadn’t done since probably middle school – headed to the ER. Where, low and behold, we found out baby number two was already on her way…I was two weeks pregnant. Still scared and nervous? Yes! But excited and knowing beyond a doubt that expanding our family to six was God’s plan? Absolutely!
Anyway, so back to having two.
I did wonder if I could handle two little ones – mentoring, loving, giving each the time and attention individually needed. Having the energy to keep up with both. Having the wisdom to balance it all. (I know…you friends of mine who have 4…6…8 kids are laughing at me now. That’s okay.). And sometimes I don’t do any of that well. Sometimes Little Boy is screaming and wanting attention while I need to be feeding Baby Girl. That’s also his prime time to get into whatever he knows he’s supposed to leave alone. Sometimes Baby Girl wants held while Little Boy needs some Mommy time. Sometimes Mommy counts the minutes until nap time or shuts herself in the bathroom for a few minutes to regroup.
But I LOVE it. Yes, it’s more work (despite the fact my sister told me two is no more work than one). However, it’s absolutely worth it. They are such completely different personalities. And to watch them interact is so much fun. To see Little Boy “read” to his little sister. Or to watch Baby Girl's eyes light up and a grin come to her face when brother enters the room.
I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
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