{"id":4886,"date":"2010-05-27T19:29:12","date_gmt":"2010-05-28T03:29:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.zoe.browdy.net\/?p=4886"},"modified":"2010-05-27T19:30:36","modified_gmt":"2010-05-28T03:30:36","slug":"some-thoughts-from-mom-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.zoe.browdy.net\/?p=4886","title":{"rendered":"Some thoughts from mom"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>With Avery rapidly approaching one, I thought it would be a good time to share my thoughts on life with two &#8211; and life <em>without<\/em> a newborn. <\/p>\n<p>As recently as a few months ago, I found myself struggling with how fast Avery was growing. Given the fact that Avery is (likely) our last child, it was hard not to look at everything from the &#8220;last of&#8221; perspective (as in, &#8220;that&#8217;s the last time we&#8217;ll see a first crawl&#8221; and &#8220;that&#8217;s the last time we&#8217;ll be dressing a baby in that cute outfit&#8221;), and I was consistently weepy about the changes I saw in her. I was excited about each phase, of course, but it&#8217;s almost as if I went through a bit of mourning as she morphed from &#8220;newborn&#8221; to &#8220;infant.&#8221; (And if that sounds a little dramatic, I blame the hormones!) <\/p>\n<p>At the same time, there were the (normal) struggles of adjusting to life with two small children. I was often tired (and grumpy). The girls were often sick. There were tons of good moments &#8211; far more than bad ones, really &#8211; but when things were bad, they felt really, really bad. I often &#8211; especially in the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.zoe.browdy.net\/?p=2847\">early months<\/a> &#8211; felt overwhelmed, and I even asked myself in the beginning, &#8220;Did we make a mistake? Did we have a second child too soon?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>But then things slowly shifted. As discussed here <a href=\"http:\/\/www.zoe.browdy.net\/?p=2968\">before<\/a>, after a few months caring for two small children started to feel normal and even (at times) <em>easy<\/em>. Sure, I was still tired (and often grumpy) &#8211; and the girls still sometimes got sick &#8211; but I felt better equipped to handle what was thrown our way. There were fewer frantic calls to Q (&#8220;Come home and help, please!&#8221;) and fewer maybe-we-made-a-mistake thoughts. <\/p>\n<p>It also occurred to me recently that I&#8217;ve gotten fewer lumps in my throat when marking down another milestone or packing away Avery&#8217;s clothes. I&#8217;m still sentimental over the past, and I can&#8217;t deny that newborns are terribly special, but what helps is the fact that <em>this<\/em> stage is pretty great (and some would argue better), too. With each passing day, Avery becomes more interesting and engaging and fun to be around &#8211; and easier to take care of. When she gives me that goofy, toothy grin or says my name or huffs and puff in excitement when it&#8217;s time to drink milk &#8211; all things she couldn&#8217;t do when we first brought her home from the hospital &#8211; I find myself feeling anything but mournful. (And don&#8217;t even get me started on Zoe, who makes me laugh every day with her funny and sweet comments\/stories\/songs.)<\/p>\n<p>I may never experience certain baby &#8220;firsts&#8221; again, but I know I&#8217;m extremely lucky for what I&#8217;ve got. And I know someday, when the girls are 10 or 8, or 18 and 16, I&#8217;ll laugh at myself for thinking 11 months was old! I also have a feeling that if she could, Older-Michelle would give Now-Michelle some important advice: &#8220;Just enjoy it all.&#8221; Which is what I&#8217;m trying to do. <\/p>\n<p>-M<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>With Avery rapidly approaching one, I thought it would be a good time to share my thoughts on life with two &#8211; and life without a newborn. As recently as a few months ago, I found myself struggling with how fast Avery was growing. 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