When I was pregnant this second time around, it was hard to find someone who would tell me what it was
really like to have two young children and to be home with them all the time. Sure, people would tell me it will be challenging, it will be a "fun" time of your life, you won't get much sleep... No one would tell me what makes it so challenging. Then again, would I have really understood unless I was experiencing it myself? I mean, I knew it would be difficult, but I thought, a newborn sleeps most of the time, so he'll just fit into our day perfectly and I'll have plenty of time to do creative things with my two-year-old: we'll be able to go out every day and do fun and educational things as a family.
Now, I know every newborn is different, but it seems I got one that
doesn't really sleep most of the time and most days I'm lucky if we've changed out of our pajamas by lunchtime, let alone leave the house! Every day with two is non-stop action. Usually the baby's last "night-time" feeding falls between 5:30 and 6 a.m. By the time he's finished, it's almost time for Leah to get up. Once she's up, there's not much time for myself, as these days she wants a lot of attention. She might play by herself for a few minutes, but now that my attention is divided, she wants more of it and gets bored easily. Once she's content, the little one's on-- crying or grunting or wanting to eat, now!
Lately he hasn't been sleeping for really long stretches. He wants to eat every 2 hours or so, and when he is "sleeping," he's still making grunting noises, trying to work out some sort of tummy issues, and earning himself the nickname "Leiutenant Grunts-a-Lot." Inevitably, he'll be fussiest right around the time I'm trying to fix a meal, or put Leah down for a nap, or taking a shower, or something like that. And he seems to know the exact minute my head hits the pillow-- no matter if he was sleeping perfectly soundly for half an hour before I lay down!
Lately "nap time" looks like this: get Leah settled in her bed (with at least 2 of her favorite books, Elmo, Pooh, a dog, her blanket,
and her paci, mind you!); lay down for about 10 minutes; get up to peer at the crying baby, who generally stops the minute I look at him; lay down again for 5 minutes, all the while hearing a
thump, thump from upstairs; go to check on the
thump, thumping to find Leah in her bed with 30 or so books; put the books away & get Leah tucked in again; lay back down again for 10 minutes or so; get up to check on the crying baby to find that he's ready to eat again-- two hours after he just ate; feed the baby, who decides he wants to stay awake and play awhile; give up on taking a nap altogether as I hear "Mommy!" from upstairs...
The process usually repeats itself all over again at bedtime, although Brett is usually there to help. I'm usually ready to hit the bed at 9pm but Lieutenant Grunt is usually ready to eat right about then and spend the next hour or so working out his tummy issues. Usually I can get two 2 1/2 hour stretches at night, but many nights that is all. I'm not exhausted during the day, but not as rested as I could be, and I certainly don't have time to get much done. And that often makes it harder to be patient with a whiny two-year-old who usually wants what she wants when she wants it (even if I'm tied to the couch feeding her little brother)!
I don't by any means think I have difficult kids-- actually, I think both are probably easier than most kids their age, but days with two (three, if you count a husband) needy beings counting on me for their every need, can be long and trying. I would love to be able to do more meaningful, educaitonal activities with Leah, who already shows a love for learning, but most days I'm too tired to do much more than put an Elmo video in the VCR. All that being said, I can't imagine doing anything else at this phase in my life. I can't imagine putting in time at a "real" job when these two beings entrusted to me by God are at home. I know this is a phase, and having been through it once before, I know it goes quickly. I know there is an end to the 3 a.m. feedings and the lack of sleep and the diapers and crying. I also know the rewards-- the sweet newborn cuddles, contagious toddler giggles, the hugs & kisses and the complete dependency on Mommy.
So now I'm starting to understand
why no one tells you what it's really like-- it is something you have to experience for yourself-- the challenges, the rewards, the excitement-- I can try to explain, but it wouldn't do it justice.