Good Evening, Kansas City!
This weekend has been absolutely incredible here in the metro area! Spring break is upon us and the weather could not be more ideal! Tonight, I wanted to share a post from one of our Mom Ambassadors, Jayne. With two little ones at home, many of us can relate to the struggles in parenting and the overwhelming nature of the job. Tonight, Jayne reflects the difference she experienced when her second child was born. I, like several of our readers, am planning to add more children to my family I found Jayne’s post to be reassuring…Take a look:
After the birth of my first child, life was SO overwhelming at times.
Diaper changes, spit-up, how to use the car seat, how to feed the baby. There was just so much to learn. And the learning curve was like a rapid fire rollercoaster ride. As soon as I’d figured out one thing, my son grew and progressed and was on to a totally different stage altogether.
It was almost maddening at times just to keep up.
Looking back, the first few months were a huge haze of love, fatigue, learning, and nerves.
When my second child was born, I was incredibly nervous that this cycle would repeat all over again. While I loved the newborn experience I had with my son, it was a bit unnerving to think that the pattern of time flying while we all held on for the ride would happen all over again.
Thankfully, the newborn stage with my second child was a completely different animal.
The nights were no less long, the days were filled with newborn bleats and toddler requests, and the need for constant snuggles and rocks were just the same as well.
What had changed was me.
Somehow, even though my daughter was an infinitely different child than my son – I just had the tools. I know what worked and what didn’t work for our family, and I was able to more quickly learn what worked and what didn’t work for my daughter. I was better and more easily able to read her cues and I was more patient and more understanding of her needs.
Most importantly, I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. There was a strong realization that the tough phases, while sometimes seemingly eternal, would in fact end. No matter how long a night would seem, morning would come and we would all be fine.
I honestly wish that my son had the benefit of my calmer and more knowledgeable demeanor then, but thankfully both of my children are able to experience that now, which is the best I can do as a parent.
How was your experience different from your first child to your second/third/+ children?