Who knew? I woke up this morning and it's ... October. There just isn't enough time in any given day to do the things that need to get done, much less enjoy life to it's fullest potential.
That's not to say that a lot hasn't happened since my last post. We're making slow, but steady progress on the house. I closed another quarter at work with way too much travel. Leighton has gotten completely into the groove at school. We recovered from the stomach flu. We're enjoying the neighborhood. We saw pictures of our little girl on the way ... and she looks EXACTLY like Leighton as far as we can tell.
This brings me to the overwhelming sentiment of the last month. GUILT.
For my husband and Leighton, I've been gone more than usual, I'm pregnant and exhausted. For baby number two, I still haven't made it to my 20 week checkup and finally snuck in for the ultrasound on thursday at the end of week 22. That SO would not have happened with Leighton. I couldn't wait to have a peek at her. I would have taken the day off just to be sure I didn't miss it.
For shame.
I'm an only child. One mom, one dad, one kid. It makes perfect sense to me. As an only child, I was always one third of the family vote. Having more than one child feels somewhat unnatural to me. I can't imagine having two kids share my time and attention, basically because I never had to. Everyone I know has stories of the older sibling trying to whack the younger newbie with a blunt toy of sorts, or asking mom and dad "when can we take her back?" I'm imagining that the very moment Leighton realizes Little Sis is ours forever will be a sad one. I can't help it.
Today's world makes it that much more difficult for me to conceptualize having multiple kids from a logistical standpoint. Ryan and I both work, and we're sticklers about the 7pm bedtime - no later than 7:30. Pediatricians say toddlers need 12 hours at night and a two hour nap. We agree and, with some scheduling, we make it work. But, it's a pain in the ass for both of us to hustle to make that happen. It's a huge committment.
Ryan leaves work right at 5. I'm usually already home, so I start dinner for Leighton, get her fed, bathed and ready for the wind-down routine to kickoff when daddy walks in the door at 6:10. We sing, read, brush and wash and talk about our day. Then Ryan makes dinner for the two of us while I put Lei down for the night. We watch some TV, hang out a bit and then try to get to bed by 10pm to do it all over again.
I have no clue how I'm going to squeeze clockwork feedings and naps into a new routine. What if Lei wakes up the baby? What if the baby wakes up Lei? What if Lue barks or the phone rings or any one of a multitude of other things happens to upset my delicately balanced apple cart? Welcome to life for the next handful of years.
And that's just sleep! We work hard to eat healthy, organic food across the spectrum. We don't watch much TV. We always have activities lined up. THAT also takes planning. By the time Little Sis is born, we'll all be eating frozen dinners in front of the TV at 10pm every night. The prospect terrifies me.
Maybe we can swing it for the first few months, but I can't even think past maternity leave.
As I have mentioned ten thousand times, Ryan and I both work. Even once the girls reach school age, school ends BEFORE business hours. What the hell? Around here, there isn't really convenient after care - you have to pay a nanny to pick your kid up at one place and wither take them home, or to a secondary location for a few hours of half-assed attention.
Moms overwhelmingly appear to stay at home in Highland Park, so I'm likely making my way toward outcast, but there's nothing I can do about it. Even with sports, practice starts right after school and somehow, kids need to make it to practice, ON TIME.
We can make all of this work, and we will. I know there are plenty of people who have much more to deal with than I do. Still, I can't help approach baby number two with some guilt about the fact that her baby book might have half the pictures Leighton's does, or that I'll get to spend half the time with her that I spent with Lei in the first year, or that I'll get to spend half the time with Leighton that I would have if we hadn't had another baby at all.
Hopefully, Leighton will love her little sister to pieces and learn the gift and art of sharing - something that as an only child, has taken me thirty four years to appreciate.
I know I didn't have the work component to juggle in my life but I had the same doubts and guilt about dividing my time as you do. On the other end of the equation now, I know that sibblings add way more to a child's life than they subtract. The advantages that a first born get on the front end the baby gets on the back end. Luckily since my middle child is the only boy, he gets spoiled by all the girls in his life. It all worked out and I have very few regrets. You have a supportive family who are willing help when needed which is a major bonus. You are truly blessed!
Posted by: Aunt Cindy | Tuesday, November 16, 2010 at 06:35 PM
Honestly, I'm not sure how people do it with more than one or two kids tops! Maybe I'm just too hard on myself. :)
Posted by: Jen Freeman | Tuesday, November 02, 2010 at 12:19 PM
Don't worry about it. I had a neighbor who became a widow at 36 and was pregnant with her 12 child.(yes, really, back in the 1940s) With some help she managed to raise them on her own, of course everyone helped out.(certainly had to) and they all are alive and well today. ALso they are all well balanced intelligent adults... (I know this was extreme, but they really are all fine) K.
Posted by: Kathie Engel | Monday, November 01, 2010 at 04:58 PM
I can relate to your guilt, even now when son #2 is 2 yrs old. The fact of the matter is that baby #2's babyhood, etc is not the same as baby #1 - you and your life are different than the 1st go around. And that is OK. I have just had to come to terms with it. You have to cut yourself some slack about bedtimes and types of food, amount of time spent just sitting and playing. There truly isn't enough time to do everything the way I would like to do things.
And in our experience son #1 did accept and love his baby brother from the moment he saw him. Now that doesn't mean they don't beat up each other now. They do, but they also adore each other and protect each other!
Congrats on another girl, and you will figure it all out!!!
Anna from Motherly Law
Posted by: Anna | Sunday, October 03, 2010 at 01:17 PM