I feel like I'm going crazy and want to talk to someone who has BTDT, or is going through the same thing I am.
My kids are 16 months apart-- an 18 month old daughter and 2 month old son.
The past few days I've been wondering WHY WHY WHY did I decide to do this.
Because yes, it was actually planned, sort of... husband and I had a moment, it was Christmas Eve and full of warm family feelings, our 8 month old daughter was so beautiful and wonderful, and we thought "we should have another baby."
The next day, we thought, "well, maybe we should think about this some more, plan some more, figure out what timing would be best. Let's put TTC on hold for at least a few months."
Got the positive pregnancy test two weeks later.
I love my son. I adore him. I am nothing but ecstatic that he is in our lives.
But sometimes I'm struggling just to get through the day. I'm jealous of people with only one child, or with children who are spaced farther apart to where the older child is a bit easier to deal with.
And my toddler is a really great kid. She is patient, sweet. But I know that it's wearing on her to have me so wrapped up in caring for her baby brother. All day today she was trying to climb up on top of every piece of furniture we have, because she knew it would get my attention. I wavered between letting her climb when it seemed safe, and getting up to redirect her when it was unsafe. Problem being my son wouldn't nap today unless he was in direct contact with my nipple. So when I got up, he woke up. After the fifth or sixth time she tried to dive onto the dining room table from a chair, I yelled at her, and then felt rotten about it. Because it's just her way of getting my attention, because I'm not giving her enough attention. Like I'm seriously tearing up right now just typing about it. I feel like I was a good mom before I had another kid.
And then, for the double dose of mommy guilt, I'm not as good a mom to my son as I was to my daughter. I held her ALL the time. I was so wrapped up in her, she was my entire world. But now he spends a fair chunk of time in the swing, I feel like I'm using a pacifier too much.
Today was my birthday and at 4 pm I was literally crying waiting for my husband to get home from work and help me. Em was throwing a full-on tantrum, the baby is crying because he needs to nap and can't get to sleep, I feel so outnumbered. Everyone says "oh, after the first year it will get better", but we have planned to only have two kids, and I don't want to wish away the first year of my last baby, you know? As I am trying to hold them both in the rocking chair and comfort them while keeping my toddler from head-butting the baby (not out of malice, just sometimes she doesn't understand the need to be gentle), I tried to tell myself "when they are teenagers you'll wish you could still hold them close like this."
My house was a wreck and that's the least of it.
I really shouldn't complain. My kids both sleep. Em went down to bed at 7:30, and Ozzy shortly afterwards, and they have both only woken up once and have gone back to sleep easily. I did get a shower. And then cleaned up the house. But now it's nearly 1 am and I NEED to be sleeping, but I'm up not wanting to lay down because it's so nice to sit and not have a baby on me.
Well, after all that moaning, I guess, um, the good things?
-My toddler is completely in love with her baby brother, gives him kisses whenever he is within kissing distance, pats his head very gently.
-When they get older I think I will be happy they are close in age.
Well *sigh* Sorry if you made it all the way through that rambling mess...
Anyone else feeling this way too? Any words of wisdom from those who have done it?
My kids are 16 months apart-- an 18 month old daughter and 2 month old son.
The past few days I've been wondering WHY WHY WHY did I decide to do this.
Because yes, it was actually planned, sort of... husband and I had a moment, it was Christmas Eve and full of warm family feelings, our 8 month old daughter was so beautiful and wonderful, and we thought "we should have another baby."
The next day, we thought, "well, maybe we should think about this some more, plan some more, figure out what timing would be best. Let's put TTC on hold for at least a few months."
Got the positive pregnancy test two weeks later.
I love my son. I adore him. I am nothing but ecstatic that he is in our lives.
But sometimes I'm struggling just to get through the day. I'm jealous of people with only one child, or with children who are spaced farther apart to where the older child is a bit easier to deal with.
And my toddler is a really great kid. She is patient, sweet. But I know that it's wearing on her to have me so wrapped up in caring for her baby brother. All day today she was trying to climb up on top of every piece of furniture we have, because she knew it would get my attention. I wavered between letting her climb when it seemed safe, and getting up to redirect her when it was unsafe. Problem being my son wouldn't nap today unless he was in direct contact with my nipple. So when I got up, he woke up. After the fifth or sixth time she tried to dive onto the dining room table from a chair, I yelled at her, and then felt rotten about it. Because it's just her way of getting my attention, because I'm not giving her enough attention. Like I'm seriously tearing up right now just typing about it. I feel like I was a good mom before I had another kid.
And then, for the double dose of mommy guilt, I'm not as good a mom to my son as I was to my daughter. I held her ALL the time. I was so wrapped up in her, she was my entire world. But now he spends a fair chunk of time in the swing, I feel like I'm using a pacifier too much.
Today was my birthday and at 4 pm I was literally crying waiting for my husband to get home from work and help me. Em was throwing a full-on tantrum, the baby is crying because he needs to nap and can't get to sleep, I feel so outnumbered. Everyone says "oh, after the first year it will get better", but we have planned to only have two kids, and I don't want to wish away the first year of my last baby, you know? As I am trying to hold them both in the rocking chair and comfort them while keeping my toddler from head-butting the baby (not out of malice, just sometimes she doesn't understand the need to be gentle), I tried to tell myself "when they are teenagers you'll wish you could still hold them close like this."
My house was a wreck and that's the least of it.
I really shouldn't complain. My kids both sleep. Em went down to bed at 7:30, and Ozzy shortly afterwards, and they have both only woken up once and have gone back to sleep easily. I did get a shower. And then cleaned up the house. But now it's nearly 1 am and I NEED to be sleeping, but I'm up not wanting to lay down because it's so nice to sit and not have a baby on me.
Well, after all that moaning, I guess, um, the good things?
-My toddler is completely in love with her baby brother, gives him kisses whenever he is within kissing distance, pats his head very gently.
-When they get older I think I will be happy they are close in age.
Well *sigh* Sorry if you made it all the way through that rambling mess...
Anyone else feeling this way too? Any words of wisdom from those who have done it?







. or so I hear.

I am about to have my second and my DS is 26 months.. not quite as close together as yours, but they will be fairly close.





