Transitioning From One Child to Two
I am a solid month into having two kids, meaning I am deep in the trenches of transitioning from one kid to two. And let me tell you, it is not what I expected! When I had my daughter, everything was a huge deal: what kind of swaddle she was in, what milestone week she was approaching, etc. Now, with my second, I don’t have time to worry about those little things. In a way, it is really good because I don’t have time to stress about things that are inevitably a dot on the timeline that is their life. And I now know the good old saying “this too shall pass” is true. It does pass and is often times replaced by new behavior that is just as terrible, if not worse.
When I just had one child (a month ago), I thought a lot of things were really difficult. Taking her to Target was an adventure because, well she is two and everything is a meltdown waiting to happen. Now that I have two children, it would be a dream come true to go to Target and just have my daughter melting down. I look back and realize that seemed manageable compared to now. Now I have two. And two means double the screaming and double the strange looks from shoppers.
I thought if my daughter didn’t take a nap it was the end of the world. Now I say, heck, let’s just all not sleep… ever! Like literally ever again. That seems to be the route we are on. With two, inevitably one will fall asleep and the other one will scream and then they switch roles. There is literally no break between the screaming needs of a child.
I look back and think about when my daughter was a newborn and how I thought I would just never eat a warm meal again or take a shower. Second child? It’s like, “Shoot! I dropped cold noodles on the baby’s head while wearing him and my toddler is throwing her noodles at me too.” We are just all covered in noodles and it’s cool. Now I know for certain I will never eat a warm meal or take a shower. I have heard noodles are good for the skin, though.
Getting out the door in the morning is literally an Olympic sport. There is a lot of sprinting and yelling out commands and things flying through the air. I dropped my daughter off at preschool today and handed the teacher her diapers. The only problem is, I brought newborn diapers. Unfortunately, my two year old doesn’t fit in newborn diapers. But alas, it makes the day interesting and I can laugh about it after I hide my head in shame from the looks of the teachers and other parents.
But don’t get me wrong, there are huge highlights to having two. My daughter is so obsessed with her baby brother that she got in a toddler brawl the other day when another little girl touched his leg. It was quite adorable (after we got the screaming to stop). The way she asks for him and is so deeply in love with him is irreplaceable. And I know these things are only going to grow and soon they will be able to play and run around together.
So, the transition to two is fun. Fun in a chaotic, never a dull moment, messy kind of way. I know I am going to make a TON of mistakes along the way but in the end, I will have two happy, healthy, and very well loved children and that’s all that matters!