Today is father’s day, and while I should write about how amazing my husband is, I’m taking a different approach as I contemplate when we should make him a daddy again.
At my childbirth class, the instructor talked about how “baby amnesia” might set in shortly after you give birth (or not). She said how she had gotten it five times and finally after her fifth child, she just knew she was done making babies.
Well, I’m starting to get baby amnesia. And growing up 9 and 11 years apart from my brothers, I know I want my kids close in age since I didn’t get that experience. But am I really ready to go through everything all over again?
If you read my birth story awhile back, you might remember I didn’t have the easiest birth experience. I try to look back and remember all the horrible things about that newborn phase:
- The pain of childbirth…a 15 on a scale of 1 to 10.
- The annoying stay at the hospital with nurses bugging us every 2 hours.
- Using a squirt bottle after going to the bathroom for weeks upon weeks while my stitches healed.
- Feeling like my nipples were being sliced off when starting to breastfeed for the first month.
- Waking up every few hours during the night for the endless loop of poop/pee, eat, sleep, repeat.
- Waking up and thinking the baby is in the bed because of sleep deprivation.
- Waking up with night sweats caused by the dramatic hormone drop and a screwy sleep pattern.
- Going through tons of diapers not knowing if she really peed in them or not.
- Having nightmare days where baby cries for no apparent reason.
- Forgetting to eat due to being so busy with feedings and diaper changes.
- Trying to figure out how to shower and go places, or even get the carseat in the cart at the grocery store.
The list could go on with negatives. And yet, I’m pretty sure I’m writing these things and thinking “It was kind of fun in a weird way.”
I miss that cuddly newborn stage. I miss being pregnant and feeling the movement of a little being inside…it was just so amazing.
Am I a masochist? Why would I even think about baby #2 when I still have a little one nursing and in diapers? Am I going to turn into Nadia Suleman, the Octomom?
No, no. I do have some logic in my brain.
But, I do love babies. Even more than I thought I would. And Little K has worked her magic to trick us into eventually making a sibling…even if she’s still in diapers.
We have weddings this summer. I really want to have fun at those weddings (read: I want to be able to have some drinks and dance like a crazy woman).
But in the fall, who knows what will happen…but I am SO scared about balancing two. It can be a big enough challenge going anywhere with one. How do parents balance multiple kidlets?
Come back tomorrow for some advice about balancing two I received from my neighbor (literally), Elena of Mommy Is In Timeout.
In the meantime, feel free to amuse me with words of wisdom. When is it an ideal time for baby #2?