Monday, March 11, 2019

Welcoming baby #2: It will be okay, mama-Part II

I have been so blessed by sharing these posts about welcoming baby #2. I have had the sweetest comments, the most encouraging messages, and people sharing how they have been a comforted by others' stories. I cannot express how happy this makes me because my goal for this little blog has always been to encourage and uplift. I want to build a community of mamas to lift each other up. I want to give other mamas with different experiences than my own a platform to share their story because there is always going to be someone who can relate. I am immensely grateful to these sweet mama friends for taking the time to share their experiences.


Tasha H.

I started this blog with the purpose of building community and making connections, and I have been so blessed to meet some great people because of it. Tasha is one of the sweet mamas I have been lucky enough to connect with, and as a mama of two boys herself, I am so thankful she was willing to share her heart. She has the cutest little guys, the best hair, and an incredible drive to better herself and be the best she can be for her family.

Tasha blogs over at www.bytashahinton.com.

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How can I ever love someone as much as I love you? 

When I found out I was pregnant with my second child, I was filled with anxiety wondering if my heart was big enough to love more than one child with the same intensity. I thought- he is still a baby himself.  How will I be able to still give him all of me with the demands of a new baby?  Will he feel neglected? Will he think he is now somehow second place? 

My firstborn was only 13 months old when we found out we were expecting.  I had a lot of fears about having two children under two.  My oldest had to graduate to “big boy” status a lot faster than I initially anticipated.  He had to move out of his crib and into a brand-new big boy room and bed by the time he was 21 months old.  We had to make room for the new baby.  I often thought, how does he feel? Does his little mind think he is being replaced?

We did a lot to prepare my oldest for the transition.  We read a lot of books about what being a big brother would entail.  And I made sure to love on my baby boy as much as I could while it was still just the two of us.  I involved him in the process as much as I could.  As much as I wanted another baby, part of me just couldn’t shake wondering how I would manage it all.

All of these feelings magically disappeared the day we became a family of four.  My heart was so FULL I thought it would literally burst! I now had two perfect baby boys that were all mine.  I now had TWO baby boys to give me the love only a baby could in return. Double the pleasure and double the fun! 

Transitioning from a mama of 1 to 2 was not always easy.  It took some time to find our groove.  Heck- I am still trying to find our groove some days!  But I will tell you what, all the feelings I had wondering how I could love someone as much as I loved my first never crossed my mind again.  My heart stretched and guess what?!  So did my sons.  He now has his very own little brother!

The most rewarding part of this journey has been watching my oldest step into the big brother role.  He loves his baby brother so much and it is the sweetest thing to watch their bond develop.   I gave him a brother.  A best friend for life.  He has someone to show the ropes.  He is now a role model and I could not be prouder of him!  This is the best gift I could ever give him and now my heart cannot imagine how I could ever love anything more than I love these two.  Mamas are superheros.  We have more than enough of EVERYTHING to go around when it comes to our cubs.


Whitney B. 


Whitney is another awesome mom of two sweet boys. The age difference between her little guys is actually the exact same as Henry and Harrison! She is a ton of fun, has the cutest hair, and is about as real as they come. We could totally hang out. She juggles being mom and hairstylist all while sharing hair and makeup tips on her blog www.thebrunettebeauty.com.

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Adjusting to two babies was hard. As much as I thought I was ready from having my first boy, there were still SO many unknowns. But honestly, the anxiety leading up to it was the worst part of going from a family of 3, to a family of 4.  My first pregnancy was unplanned, and my second was planned. So you would think I would have felt ready! (Especially considering how much thought we put into the timing). I JUST got the hang of what I was doing with my oldest son, Milo. He wasn’t even 2 yet when I became pregnant with Mason, so he still felt like my baby! I was able to give him my undivided attention all day everyday. And I knew that was about to change, big time. He wasn’t old enough to understand what was happening, so I felt that no amount of prep for him would make a difference. I was so scared that we were shaking up his world (and mine). I suffered from post partum depression after I gave birth to Milo, it really rattled our world. So not only was I afraid to put him through that twice, but now my new son, and my husband as well. There were a lot of nights spent crying and worrying about the future.

The thing that kept me going was knowing that he would never know life without his brother. I can never play make believe, or action figures, or any of those things as well as a little brother can, and I was so excited for him to have a best friend. And knowing that eventually one day, they would be inseparable, made all of the doubts and fears diminish. Who likes a baby who mostly only cries and poops?? No 2 year old that I know. So I knew their bond wouldn’t be immediate. But as I sit here writing this, they are 4 and 2 years old. They are loudly playing trains and matchbox cars in the other room and I KNOW they were meant to be together. Just as much as I was meant to be their mommy, they were meant to be brothers.

Whenever I talk to my friends who are debating expanding their family from just one, I try to tell them that the BEST thing and the most loving thing they can do for their child, is to give them a sibling. And I believe that with my whole heart. No one will ever understand who they are and where they come from, better than a sibling. And some day, when my husband and I are gone, they will have each other.

It’s no walk in the park, and the thought of teenage years scare the heck out of me. But the chaos of having a house full of little ones has brought me the greatest joy I’ve ever known. And I know they would say the same about having each other.

Brittany S. 


Brittany is yet another mama I met through Instagram! I never would have dreamed I would find the connections I have on that little app, but it has been such a blessing to me. I know Brittany has a big heart and loves her babies fiercely, so when she volunteered to share, I knew she had to be a part of this project. Brittany handles working, being mama, and creating an absolutely beautiful home with a seemingly effortless grace, and we are lucky to hear her story.


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It wasn't long ago that I remember having real anxieties and doubts about becoming a mother of two. Fast forward to the present, and I literally cannot imagine life without my second baby...she truly completes our family.

Motherhood is such an emotional roller coaster. No one can prepare you for this ride. When we found out we were pregnant with my daughter, Josie Rae, her big brother Charlie was only fifteen months old. We were so excited to be adding another baby to our family. It wasn't until towards the end of my pregnancy that I started to question how I could possibly love another baby as much as I loved my sweet Charlie. Everyone told me "you just will", but I knew that my love for my first born was fierce. I just couldn't imagine that love with another child. Not only that, but I also started having major apprehensions about how Charlie would adjust to a sibling. He soon would have to share his mama, which made me want to cry thinking about it. I soaked up every second I could with him as an only child, and before I knew it thirty-six weeks of pregnancy whirled by. I remember our drive into the hospital for delivery. The only thing on my mind was Charlie. Not labor, epidurals, or the anticipation of seeing that sweet newborn's face for the first time, but instead, I pictured something happening to me during the birthing process...Charlie not having me. Why my mind went there is beyond me, but it did, and it wrecked me.

Josie's labor was much quicker than Charlie's and before I knew it, I was holding the sweetest little 6 lb 14 oz angel in my arms. Seconds after birth, she was in my arms, and from that moment forward it was pure love. I think God just takes over and eases all fear and apprehension in the most amazing way. I never again thought about Charlie as being the "poor baby" having to share his mama, but instead, I knew he was a blessed big brother to the sweetest little sister. I never again questioned my love for her because there was immediately room in my heart for her. Watching Charlie become a big brother was one of the greatest gifts of this motherhood journey. The even greater gift is seeing the bond that my babies now have as toddlers. They are thicker than thieves, and their love for one another is second to none.

Babies change you, it's true, but it is totally natural to have your own fears and anxieties. While my two are still toddlers, I can only imagine the host of new fears and anxieties that I will develop over the years. At the end of the day, we all want what is best for our sweet babies. If you are expecting your second child, just know that you are not alone in your concerns...we all experience emotions during pregnancies, but also know that you are giving your first born the precious gift of a sibling. It's truly a gift from heaven, and just when you think you can't possibly love someone as much as your first baby, God opens your heart to baby number two. 


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I don't know about you, but reading all of these sweet stories has been good for my soul. I know things will be fine. I knew it all along, but it is so much easier to see that when you see the sweet sibling relationships and hear the words of comfort from mamas who have been there. Thank you to Whitney C., Adriane, Tasha, Whitney B., and Brittany for sharing your stories.

xo,
Katie

Monday, March 4, 2019

Welcoming Baby #2: It will be okay, mama

If you missed my last post, I opened up about some of my biggest fears and concerns about welcoming a second baby into our family. As promised, I am coming at you today with some words of wisdom and encouragement from a couple of really great moms. They come from different states, different backgrounds, and different experiences, but both are great mothers who could teach us all a thing or two. I hope you might share with anyone you know who may be experiencing similar thoughts and big feelings about adding more babies to the mix.



Whitney C.

What can I say about Whitney? I have basically known her forever. There are at least a hundred ways we are connected, but the important part is, she has the best mama heart. She is a mother of four who loves just as big and hard as anyone I know, so I was over the moon when she offered to share her heart on the subject of welcoming a second baby into the family...  

You can follow along with Whitney's precious family on her Instagram account. 


That mom guilt doubled as soon as that second pink line showed up. Against all reason, I felt like I had completely betrayed our first born. Did he not fulfill me enough? Was I honestly that greedy, to assume I deserved another baby when so many out there are unable? What kind of mom is sad about getting to have another baby? Relentless layered guilt. The thought of my baby not being the baby blew my mind. 

“Feelings, and feelings, and feelings. Let me try thinking instead.” CS Lewis - A Grief Observed

That’s not a romantic quote, but it’s my favorite and has seen me through a lot of hard days. When I can settle my heart and use some actual logic, I have a chance. For example, I don’t know anyone who seriously says about a sibling, “I really could have done without that one.” Even those families with a sibling who has kind of made a mess of things in life, there is love. There is a bond. No matter what, your family is there to know you and love you, shortcomings and all. 

I wish I could say that one day I woke up and all doubts and guilt weren’t there. That maybe my hormones balanced out and there was that glowing motherly peace you see on Instagram. That’d be a lie. Even with baby number three, I secretly cried and didn’t even tell my husband for a week about the positive test. Like some how I was robbing the first two of their childhood, which is completely irrational. Those kind of thoughts aren’t helpful. They are not supportive of my vision for our family. In this world of so much hate and hardness, raising kids that love each other and support each other is a beautiful thing. 

I’m on the other side of the spectrum now. Our little girl is eight, and there were even two more added after her. I will have always loved our first born longest. His siblings have not taken away any of his special-ness. My love for him will be forever tailored just for him, just as theirs is for them. 

If I had any applicable advice, other than stop getting caught up in those weighty emotions, it would be changing something as simple as your language when talking about baby number two. This can alter your entire perspective. Simply switching ‘this’ or ‘my’ baby to ‘our’ baby in everyday conversation starts building those connections before they even meet. Involve them as much as possible with anything baby related. You are basically the world’s most important team builder. Stop only thinking of jealousy that might happen or sibling rivalry. Those will happen, it’s almost a guarantee. In the grand scheme, lows will not hold a candle to the group tickle fights, nerf battles, the bath tub full of babies, your dinner table bubbling with conversation and countless other memories that your mama heart will forever reflect on. Your home is undoubtedly in for such big changes, that warrants big concerns. But, it would be a huge disservice to yourself if you only got caught up in the worries and not all the eminent joy that will be added to your family.


Adriane H.

I have not known Adriane quite as long, but we hit it off from the start. I watched her become a mom, and she has done so with such effortless grace. She is the person who will make you freezer meals (when she has her own kids to care for), encourage and support you in all your endeavors, and plan meetups with other moms and kids where she brings lunches for everyone. Yes. She really did that. She knows a thing or two, and while her perspective might be a tad different than mine, it is just as valuable. I am so thankful she was willing to share with us all.

Adriane blogs at www.littlehousedairy.com


When you have three children -- each 15 months apart -- you have certain worries.

Sometimes they're sweet concerns, like whether you'll bond with your second child when you are so close with your first. Or you fret over whether there will be enough love to go around. Or you spend nights rolling your very pregnant belly around in bed, wondering how the first child will react to the new baby and if he'll feel neglected.

And sometimes you don't worry about those things at all.

I didn't have those concerns. Realistically, I figured the kids could sort their own issues out with each other, preferably in their college years when they got old enough to start making fun of us as parents. 

Girl, I was worried about something far bigger and more important than sibling love and a toddler's sustained mental well being.

HOW DO I GO GROCERY SHOPPING WITH TWO SMALL CHILDREN?

For real though. How do I get two kids in and out of the Aldi cart while trying to pay and bag my own groceries? How do I keep the toddler from running out into the Walmart parking lot while I'm getting the baby's cart seat out? What happens if I ever have to go to church by myself and try to wrangle both of them at once?

You know, important stuff.

But let me tell you: Regardless of what your worry is, you just figure it out.

You do.

Because no one else can do it for you. No one else can help your toddler realize that he is 100% loved whether he has one sibling or ten. And no one else can reassure you that you may have to catch your toddler by the hood when she starts to take off without your permission when you're out and about, but that you will in fact catch her.

So here's what you do: You just go do the thing that worries you. One day, you just load them both up in the van, and you go to Aldi, and you set your expectations really low (No. Like, lower than that.), and you just make that magic happen. And when you do, you treat yourself to an iced coffee at McDonald's on the way home because YOU DID IT.

Or you go to the hospital, and you have that baby, and you come home and love your baby every bit as much as your toddler who now appears to be roughly 32 years old when compared to her little brother.

And then, just when you have that figured out, you have a third baby. Three babies in three years. And you ask yourself all the same questions: How am I going to get THREE babies in and out of the grocery cart? (You're not. Walmart Pickup. The end.) How am I going to take all three to a doctor's appointment? (You're going to make the big two hold hands, use the stroller, and bring all the snacks your pantry currently contains.) How am I ever going to stroll leisurely through the aisles of Hobby Lobby again? (You're not . . . for at least five years. And you're going to be just fine. And your debit card is going to be fine-r.)

This is motherhood, ladies. We just do it. We lean in, and we figure it out, and we don't melt down (until the day is over and we can sniffle on our husbands shoulder from time to time), because we are moms and this is what we were made to do, and WE ARE DOING IT.

So you worry about your kids loving each other. I worry about which one I'm supposed to pick up first when they're all crying at the same time. And we figure it out. And we keep going.

Because we are moms.


And that is what we do. 

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Stay tuned for another roundup post coming later this week. I am so thankful for this community of mothers encouraging each other in solidarity. The feelings that come with motherhood are big and sometimes hard to navigate, so it is such a blessing to have those more seasoned than ourselves to share their wisdom. Thank you, Whitney and Adriane

xo, 
Katie 








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