When I had Lyla, I was your typical, paranoid, over protective first-time parent. I read countless books, reached out to other mothers for advice and reassurance, spent hours making my own baby food, and only let her play with organic, early development approved toys. It was months before she was babysat - by family friends. I rarely took her places because I was embarrassed about public breast feeding and worried about disrupting meltdowns. At home, she never cried for more than a few seconds before I rushed to soothe her. On rough nights she slept in bed with me, and was never - ever allowed her pacifier if she wasn't sleeping. Fast forward 3 years, add baby #2 to the mix, an you've got an experienced, more laid back mother who has comfortably settled into the "2nd child syndrome".
I knew the 2nd time around would be somewhat easier since I HAD "been there, done that" - but I never knew how much of a paranoid fool I'd look like looking back.
On the day Eric returned to work after to time he took off for Hannah's arrival, I packed up both kids, diapers, my nursing shawl, snacks, toys, and was out the door to the library for Lyla's favorite Tuesday ritual: Story Time. 3 years before, if you had told me to take my squishy, fresh newborn to a LIBRARY - you know, that place that is known for peace and quiet - I would have laughed right in your face. But, that was my problem: I got too comfortable staying home with Lyla, so when it came time to go do anything, I hesitated. Not this time around. There was no time for that. I had a toddler with a weekly schedule that she loved, and a newborn who was extremely portable. And thank goodness I was brave enough to do so, because after attending that first story time, I realized how manageable it was. We went every week from that day on, and even added in Friday morning gymnastics. I felt like super mom, chasing my toddler around the squishy play mats while cradling my newborn on the book of my arm.
I got this.
She was babysat by my amazing mother-in-law at just shy of 2 months so we could celebrate our first anniversary. She is allowed her pacifier (in a pinch) when its not nap time. On even the worst of nights she is laid back in her crib after a quick snack and kiss. And yes, there are times where she cries for more than a few seconds before I fly to the rescue. Patenting, from baby 1 to baby 2, has been like night and day.
Things became even easier when I learned I let go of all my first-time-mom paranoia; something I had to do to accommodate two children. Oh, those obnoxiously loud pots, pans and spoons are keeping Hannah busy while I finish cooking dinner? No problem. Oh, jarred baby food is more expensive but much easier? Okay fine. My baby is hungry and we're at the mall in the middle of a busy weekend afternoon? Out comes the boob (under a shawl at my husbands request, of course ;] ). Funny how things that may have seemed like the end of the world 3 years ago (Lyla watched HOW many movies while she was babysat!!?) - are brushed off so easily now. (More like thank goodness we have babysitting options!!)
On the other hand, there are a few things I am worse about with Hannah than I was with Lyla. For instance, Lyla had tasted cake and ice cream well before her first birthday, but with Hannah I refuse; this MUST be something she experiences for the first time ON her first birthday. I even hesitated giving Hannah her first solids, because there is something so pure about being exclusively breastfed, where with Lyla I could barely wait the suggested 4months to get that first picture of an applesauce dribbled chin.
Since Eric and I have true feelings of being "done", making Hannah the last baby, I feel like I cannot slow things down enough. With Lyla, I was eager for her to reach each and every milestone, and even did all I could for her to reach them early. With Hannah, anytime she started to crawl I would tackle her into a tickle fight. "Too soon, not ready" I'd think - Talking about myself and not her, of course.
With her first birthday quickly approaching, all I know is that this year with Miss Hannah went by way too fast, but also that it was (for the most part) easier than I thought. So I didn't make everything she ate, and she played with snack containers and boxes instead of organic wooden toys. She is one happy baby. BABY! A term I can only refer to her as for 2 more tiny months before she graduates to "toddler".
Thank goodness for 2nd child syndrome, and the ease that comes with the comfort I now have in myself as a parent. I know I sound crazy for saying this, but most days, I find that 2 has been easier than 1.
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