Going from two to three kids has not been the easiest transition; nor has it been the most difficult.
Emily and Andrew interpret nursing time to be house-trashing time. It’s also, apparently, prime time for trouble-making – like taking baths in the sink, finding and destroying my make-up, ripping books, coloring in books, emptying out drawers, cracking eggs, etc. Going out of the house requires an inordinate amount of time directing and redirecting the other two with my voice as my hands are usually full.
The infant part is not hard.
Having Amelia has changed my life. From the very first heart beat to the final push of labor I worried I would lose her. I couldn’t imagine my body keeping this baby after it had spontaneously aborted 4 previous pregnancies. As silly as it sounds, I could not convince my brain that the pregnancy would be okay. I suppose having all those losses convinced me that having another baby was impossible.
Yet, here she is. My miracle baby.
I get the baby stage. I get her. Our night time feedings aren’t nearly as depleting as they were with the previous two. Her colic didn’t break me as it seemed to do with both Emily and Andrew. Every morning I wake up happy to feed her – even if I’ve been awake all night long. I snuggle her as she smiles and coos at me. Her brother and sister attack her with hugs and kisses. We all watch her in amazement.
I don’t feel guilty about missed tummy time. (Tummy time with a 2 and 4 year-old is very difficult and slightly dangerous anyway.) I don’t worry about her growth. I feel comfortable with nursing. I feel comfortable having her sleep next to me.
So, yes, having a third has been easy in some ways.
I’m still learning the personalities of her older siblings and often feel stumped as to how to parent them. Emily is now 4 and astounds me with her intelligence. Andrew is 2.5 and exhausts me with his toddlerness (my own made up word).
I just know that this transition is not as difficult as I expected it to be. It wasn’t any harder than going from 0 to 1 child or 1 to 2 children. I have experience regarding infancy – making the baby stage easier – but I am still inexperienced in so many other ways.
I constantly walk that line between comfortable and uncomfortable, thriving and drowning, experience and inexperience. I suppose that sums up parenting when other kids are added to the mix. Heck, it sums up parenting in general.
How about you? How did you feel about transitions in parenting – whether it was from 0 to 1 child, 2 to 3 children, or 9 to 10 children?