|Pig & Dac|
Oh my gosh…this has been the theme of my life for the last few months.
I look back through photos and blog posts I wrote during the first year of Piggie’s life, and I was so awesome! I lived, breathed, and slept Piggie Smalls!
I spent hours a day researching baby related articles while he napped, I took him on little playdates with other babies, he was pretty much constantly held and never had to cry more than a few seconds. I remember getting out of the shower once, soaking wet before I even had time to bathe, all because I heard him start to cry! And I changed his diapers like clockwork every 2 hours (we’re talkin pee diapers here people, PEE diapers at two in the morning).
Flash forward to my second baby: I don’t hardly read crap, he hasn’t been on one playdate, he’s not constantly held and definitely has to cry several times a day for a few minutes before I’m able to help him out. If I hear him crying when I’m in the shower, I rush through the rest of what I need to do, but I don’t just get out before bathing. And the Dactyl may get a diaper change once in the middle of the night if it seems like it’s going to be super full before I want to be awake in the morning.
I just feel so bad. Like he’s not as special as Piggie was to me.
But then, I hear him stirring in the bedroom while I’m here writing, so I go in to nurse him back to sleep. I put my nose in his neck and breathe him in. I hug him close to me while he nurses and kiss him on the head about a hundred times while making sure his little feet are under the covers.
And I realize there’s no doubting that he’s just as special to me in his own way. Our own way.
If you’re a mom of 2+ kiddos, how was the adjustment for you?