First of all…I am not pregnant.
However, since Grey turned one it seems like I get asked about baby #2 quite often…and I think about it from time to time as well.
Do we see more babies in our future?
Yes, of course!
Do I want them now?
I would be lying if I said yes and I would be lying if I said no.
I wonder how I would even be able to manage more than one child. Grey keeps me so busy that
half most of the time my house is a disaster and I feel like I’m scrambling to just keep up with him!
How could I possibly take care of a newborn and a toddler??
The thought of taking a toddler and a newborn to the grocery store by myself sends shivers down my spine. I saw a Mom with six kids the other day walking into the store as I was leaving…SIX! I was frozen in my tracks as I watched her walk by with my eyes wide open and my mind swirling with a million questions. I wanted to bow down to her and ask her for all of her secrets.
Another baby means double the things, too. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. Babies just inherently come with a lot of stuff. Two car seats, a double stroller, twice the amount of diapers, wipes, toys, cups, books, socks, shoes…what am I forgetting?!
Where does it all go?
I can’t find room for all of it now!
And sleep? Forget sleep!! Right?
Grey sleeps with us so does that mean he would be on one side while the baby is on the other?
What if they both want to be bellied up to the bar all night long?!
Do I even want to go there?
My head is spinning.
What about the worrying?
The worrying is going to be doubled. How do you handle that?
They say your kids are your heart running around outside of your body and it’s so true. It never ends. I am constantly afraid of something happening to Grey, or of him getting sick, or just of everything outside of my control.
How do you manage having another life to worry about?
And then there’s the emotional side of me that hates the thought of not being able to give Grey my full attention. I mean it’s just the two of us all day every day (until Dad gets home) and he’s my little buddy and I can’t imagine it any other way.
I also get sad thinking about how I won’t be able to give my full attention to a second baby, too. When Grey was a newborn, I was right there 24/7 for each and every need…and I know it won’t be like that next time around.
And referring to Grey as my oldest…and not as my baby…
I just can’t even think about it.
But you know, as I have all of these scary thoughts about bringing another baby into this world…I think about the good stuff, too.
Double the smiles,
double the giggles,
double the cuddles and kisses.
Getting to experience all of those first milestones again.
The first roll over,
the first time crawling,
the first steps.
Watching your children become best friends…
running around together,
sticking up for each other.
The good far outweighs the bad.
These days with our babies…they go so fast.
And it’s hard. And it’s fun. And it’s an emotional roller coaster.
And I know that, if we are lucky enough, I would want to do it all over again.
But a third child???
Don’t even get me started.