Bad Advice

This go around, I have finally recognized that I am the gate keeper. There are no set rules that dictate the do’s and don't s of parenting my children so I am eliminating the following pieces of bad advice:  

1). A baby only cries for a reason

Lie. Sometimes you can try simultaneously: soothing, feeding, burping, singing, rocking, or changing your baby and they will still cry. Don’t beat yourself up when you have tried everything, tag your partner in and quickly locate some ice cream.

2). Wait 6 to 8 weeks before introducing a pacifier or a bottle  

You might as well Velcro your baby to your boob because you will be their only source of food and comfort for the next year, and likely until they start college.

3). Don’t vaccinate your children

If you listen to this advice, you don’t have time to be reading my blog. You should be out researching cures for diseases such as Polio and Small Pox. Oh wait, they already exist.

4). Don’t exercise for 6 weeks

Unfortunately, you cannot consider breastfeeding a form of exercise. While you shouldn’t be doing squats or bench pressing anything, it’s amazing what a walk can do for your mental health after feeling like you’ve been under quarantine since you gave birth.

5). Your toddler is trying to manipulate you

While obviously my toddler is a genius and capable of more than most well trained Labradors, manipulation assumes that toddlers have the ability to use a part of their brain that hasn't actually developed yet. It would be like saying your baby was kicking you in utero before he developed limbs. Sometimes toddlers are tiny terrors, but that's why they make them so gosh darn adorable. 

6). Get your newborn on a schedule

A newborn eats every two hours. Wrong! They eat on demand and sometimes that can be every 15 minutes. The only item scheduled into you day for the first months should be humming the mantra, “Stay calm, this too shall pass”.

Parenting is all about trial and error. Sometimes you gain a nugget of insight from a fellow Mom or from your past parenting experience which becomes a life saver. Other times you simply have to kiss your baby and throw the bad advice out with the bathwater. 

What’s Different with Two

Well, everything.

The Earth shattering panic is much, much less.

Don’t get me wrong, you will still put your finger under your newborn’s nose to make sure they are breathing, but this time it is questionable whether or not your hands are Purell fresh.

You recognize just how capable you are.

I decided to “bounce back” as quickly as I could this go around which meant we left the hospital 12 hours after Madeleine was born and I did my first 3 mile walk when she was 20 days old. I take my “recovery time” while eating lunch/nursing/standing up in the kitchen. I realize now that I threw my own pity party for far too long with Charlotte, silently mourning the loss of my childless freedom. While I don’t drive a minivan or wear “Mom jeans”, I am fully committed to Mommyhood this go-around. 

Your love doesn’t split, it grows.

Everyone said I would get it when Madeleine was born and I hoped they’d be right, but I feared maybe they’d be wrong since no one could possibly understand just how much I love my first born. Turns out, I now have three loves of my life (and no I'm not pregnant again).

This too shall pass.

I am generally a glass half full type of person and I have tried my best to carry this mantra into motherhood, but when people would say “it’s just a phase” I wanted shove a BPA free pacifier in their mouth to get them to stop talking. But now I have living proof in my first born that babies eventually sleep through the night. So when I’m up anywhere from five to seven times a night, I know the newborn phase is fleeting.

The questions are different.

With the exception of my veterinarian who was terribly concerned with how our dogs were coping with our new human addition, everyone wants to know how Charlotte is handling the change. Instead of asking how you are sleeping, people (the ones you should keep around) hand you coffee and baked goods.

What would be considered an emergency of poo-pocalypse proportions with one, is now a Tuesday with two. It is easy to get overwhelmed, cry, and want to throw in the burp cloth, but instead I find  comedy in the chaos and bliss in the bedlam.

The 5 Best Parts of Going Past Your Due Date

1). I no longer feel guilty about asking for help. I've earned my seat in a crowded waiting room. The grocery store is my new favorite place because not only do they help me out to my car without me having to ask and they literally won’t take no for an answer.

2). This is the first time during your pregnancy where your doctor looks at you like you’ve accomplished something. Studies are now showing that the longer the baby cooks in there the better. My OB actually gave me a high five, which I then passed on to the tiny hand inside my belly.

3). Now when people ask me when I’m due I get to say “last Friday”. The look on men’s faces is always the same; typically they look like they just ate a spicy burrito and it is always paired with, “Should you be out?” Then they either run away quickly or offer to get me something.

4). It kinda feels like your birthday! Friends and family are constantly messaging their love and support. They are also confirming that I haven’t yet had the baby. This isn’t some sort of conspiracy; everyone will be promptly notified, I promise.

5). I am constantly amazed by what I can still do! While every mom envisions binge watching reality TV with her feet up for the last 2 weeks, in reality the only time I have to sit is in the bathroom. Sure I’ve slowed a little, but I can still do prenatal yoga, walk 3 miles a day and bend over to pick up after my toddler because sooner or later everything ends up on the floor.  

Attitude is everything at this point. Sure there are some moments I get frustrated especially when I get to listen to the TMI Mommy with the gruesome induction story. But on those days I just have Charlotte gently knock on my belly to see if her sister wants to come out and play and then I watch her laugh since apparently one kick means “not yet”.

Charlotte continues to run "quality control" on all her sister's baby items.