The Truth of Going from 1 to 2 Kids is an award-winning piece about the realness in motherhood in going from having one child to take care of to now having two. All the obstacles that come along with parenting more than one child are daunting.
Folks, I’m just going to throw it out there and be completely blunt.
This sh*t is f*cking hard.
Okay, deep breathe. Exhale.
You know how people are like labor is hard, but they don’t tell you HOW hard it really is and then you are laying (or squatting, or whatever your preferred birthing position is) on the hospital bed screaming in pain, yelling at your doctor that your vagina is on fire. Same sh*t happened with this. People were all, “oh, going from one to two was harder than when I went from 6 to 7.” But they don’t keep it real.
So let me keep it real with you.
You will never sleep. And this isn’t like never sleeping when you only have one. You get the big kid down, then you go lay the baby down, the big kid gets up. Then you get them both down again and the baby is up. For some reason your toddler decided she wanted to be one of 0.04% of kids that didn’t give up breastfeeding so now you find yourself tandem nursing them both and the big kid is nursing more than the damn baby. LIKE. FOR REAL. Just Stop it. Except when I’m engorged and then I’ll happily let you nurse. Otherwise, back up and have another cookie.
Speaking of cookies, hide those everywhere. I mean behind the couch, random drawers, under your pillow. EVERYWHERE. Because the older one is going to flip their lid at random times because you are naturally stuck under a nursing baby every 25.3 minutes around the clock. Cookies help. Chocolate preferably. Make sure you put some extra in there for yourself, because you forgot to eat breakfast and lunch and it’s 3:00pm. Go ahead and order pizza because you forgot to thaw out the chicken for dinner tonight.
Once the baby starts crawling, the older one suddenly learns how to hit and bite and pinch and scream because EVERYTHINGGGG is THEIR TOY! Everything. Their actual toys. The baby’s toys. Your cell phone. Your socks, dishes, and underwear. Essentially anything that the baby can touch is theirs and will cause them to go ape sh*t the moment the baby touches it.
Someone is not going to be showering. Whether it’s you, the big one, or the baby, maybe all of the above, there’s just not enough hours. It’s probably going to be the baby, because hormones have you smelling less than fantastic, showering the toddler get you 6.8 minutes of peace (add color tablets to the tub for 10 minutes), and the baby only spit up twice today, so she’ll be good for another 4 or 5 days.
Just start eating your food straight from the fridge. You will never eat another hot meal until your kids are 12 so just get used to it now. The literal moment that you sit a pipping hot plate of food down, your mouth starts salivating because you haven’t ate all day (except for the random slice of orange, 4 blueberries, 1/2 a pbj sandwich, and cookie crumbs your toddler left behind), the baby will start screaming. And not like just a little cry, like full fledge scream like someone poked her in the eye (which also may have actually happened if you forget to sit the toddler down to the table).
But I digress. Somehow the moments where you catch them chatting, holding hands, and laughing together, make all the craziness worth it. And then, as if it’s not already hard, the mom guilt will kick in. You will realize that the big one is growing up too fast, you haven’t spent enough time with them, and you will break down in uncontrollable sobbing to your significant other, telling them that you are a horrible parent and they will look at you like you have five heads.
Carry on. Be strong.
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This post was originally published on 1/8/2016 and has been since updated to add other related posts.
Oh mama, it certainly is harder that is for sure. Hang in there, it gets easier! Haha and about the hot meal…I still find myself getting up 2-5 times in the first few minutes dinner is on the table and my kids are 3 and 7 years old. It’s probably poor planning on my end, but yes that made me smile in agreement!
HAHA, I’m pretty sure it’s never ending
I totally hear. I have 3 boys and I just locked myself in a room because the youngest (16months) won’t stop crying (for no reason other than that’s his fave activity) to actually get some work done (and peace of mind)…I stay up late to do some work because God knows it’s near impossible to do it when they’re awake. But guess what? Aside from being half asleep and misspelling every second word, 2 out of 3 decide it’s a good idea to wake up every couple of hours lol…I feel you sister! lol…
Yes! And it’s always right as I’m getting really into my work that one of them wakes up! HAHA
Thank you for this honest portrayal. Those kids are cute!
Thanks so much!
Yes, yes and yes. The day to day is so hard but the moments when I catch my kids engaged in a sweet moment is the best. Looks like you are rocking the mom of 2 thing!
Thank you!
The best article ever !!!!! Thank u so much for keeping it real …. Deep breath yikes, but thanks for the real heads up !!!!
Absolutely!
As a mama to a three month old and a three years old, I can say this is completely accurate! Now I think back to the times I thought were hard having one baby and laugh. Oh well, it gets better (or so I hear)! ?
Right? What were we thinking that it was hard with one! Oy!
Thank you so much for your article. I laughed so hard that eventually I started to sob. I had no idea what it would be like going from 1 to 2 kids. I have a wonderful daughter who is 4 and a beautiful son who is 10 months. I read your article at 2:40 ish after I couldn’t go back to sleeep – I get the little ones back to sleep and then I’m wide awake. After reading your article I don’t feel so alone x
You’re so welcome! You definitely aren’t alone. It’s so so hard. I’m glad you got a little chuckle! Big hugs to you mama!