I was pretty much freaking out when I was as pregnant with Squish as I am pregnant with this little girl now. Two kids? TWO KIDS? What was I thinking? Especially since the baby would be so tiny during the winter. We’d never go anywhere. We’d be stuck in our tiny apartment all day. It would be awful.
And then Squish was born and I quickly forgot what it was like to be a mom of one. We did everything we used to do. Manchild walked more, I wore Squish like a necklace, and life went on.
So I’m not too nervous about adding another little baby. I figure we’ll adjust pretty quickly. Manchild will start school and I’ll just have two kids most of the day. And before I know it, all three of them will be entertaining each other and my job will be so much easier. Right? . . . Right?
But tell me: what were transitions like for you? From what I’ve gathered, most women say adding the first baby is the hardest – and I agree. How about after that? Was two harder than three? Or vice versa? What about you moms of 4 or more?