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Wednesday, December 16, 2015

The Complex Sibling Dynamic

Brothers and sisters...sisters and brothers. The sibling relationship is a complicated thing. I've been thinking a lot about what to say (or whether to say anything) about the crazy and complex love/hate/love relationship between these two tiny beings that I've been blessed with. To say that these two have opposite personalities would be a complete understatement, so it's no surprise that their relationship is a strange mixture of both their best and worst qualities. And yes, I know that it might seem crazy to devote an entire post and analysis to the relationship between a 3.5 year old and a 1.5 year old (seriously, they're babies, how complex can it be?!), but these two have such big strong personalities and over the top emotions that their feelings for each other are incredibly obvious and transparent. This may just be the only time in their entire lives that I know exactly what they're both thinking/feeling, so I'm going to take advantage of it. Plus, I see/read so many posts about siblings that always seem to get along perfectly, share generously and love each other unconditionally that I thought it was about time someone told the other side of the story. Things aren't always easy. 
I'm not sure how clear I've been thus far about how these two get along. About a month after Mim was born, I wrote this post on how the new normal was taking some getting used to and how hard it was on Mac to share his parents with this new intruder to the family. Things have gotten better (as has his vocabulary), but honestly, not all that much has changed in the jealousy department. His jealousy issues are still there and don't seem to be going anywhere, while hers are rapidly developing and intensifying. Sharing your toys is one thing, but sharing the people you love the most in the world is a whole other issue. A hard one. Especially from the point of view of the parent. 
As you may recall, Ryan and I took a very segregated divide and conquer approach to parenting the two of them for quite a while and even though we've moved beyond that (now that we're through the "survival" stage with a toddler and a newborn), the repercussions are still there. Mac is a total daddy's boy and would rather have Ryan than me for any and everything. While it hurts my feelings at times, I get to take some comfort in the fact that Mim usually wants her mama. Of course there are exceptions to the rule when they both want Ryan all the time (particularly right after daddy gets home from a business trip), but I think it's mainly because they both spend more time with me during the week. Or maybe it's because daddy's way more fun and gives them cool projects and makes them feel grown up, while mommy's always hanging around, forcing them to smile for photos and wash their hands and eat their vegetables. I get it. But anyway, the jealousy persists and whichever parent is wanted by one, is usually wanted by the other at the EXACT SAME TIME. Same goes for toys, food, drinks, shows, clothing, etc. Anyone with more than one opinionated kid knows this all too well. Most of the fights, arguments and aggression from directly from jealousy. So long as both kids are playing with their own things or have their own parent, all is right in the world. 
You've probably also picked up on the fact that Mim is a total sweetheart and (for the most part) worships and adores her big brother. Mac is a highly intelligent, precocious, sensitive and energetic preschooler that feels ALL the emotions, ALL of the time. This kid can go from a loving, caring, concerned big brother that wants to protect his baby sister from the world one minute to throwing her to the wolves the next. The sweeter she is to him, the nastier he is to her. The less she wants anything to do with him, the more he lays on the sugar and makes her fall in love with him all over again. He's a master manipulator. I don't know whether to be worried or just truly impressed at his depth of his manipulation and mastery of emotional influence. On the other hand, Mim is learning from this devious genius and is starting to not only fight back, but use his own tricks against him. She's learned to throw fits to get her way with him and us. She screams/cries before he even gets close to her to ensure he doesn't take whatever she's holding. If he messes with her, she hits, pinches and bites him...then watches in satisfaction as he cries. She has picked up on his more conniving behaviors and has learned exactly how to get what she wants in true Mac-fashion. It's incredible to watch these two interact because they learn from each other and teach each other on a day-to-day basis. Their relationship is always evolving and growing. 
Most days, their relationship swings from one extreme to the next within minutes. Mac can go from complete indifference that Mim's in the room to total jealous rage that she had the nerve to even look at one of his toys to protective and caring big brother if she gets hurt (so long as it wasn't him that hurt her). Mac's a typical (ok...possibly extreme) threenager with such a range of emotions, feeling and outbursts that I never know whether he's going to walk by Mim and hug her or push her into a wall. And neither does she, which means that she's usually on high danger alert at all times and will probably have serious trust issues her entire life. One minute he's growling at her for being close to him and the next he's hugging her because he just loves her so so so so much. He wants to play with her and wants her involved, but gets irrationally frustrated because she's a baby and doesn't play by his rules. He always wants to know where she is and what she's doing, but doesn't want her doing it anywhere close to him. It's a very confusing time for all of us. I'm really hoping that he'll emotionally chill the eff out a bit over the next few years and possibly give us a break from all the drama, but I'm not holding my breath. 
Despite the occasional (daily/hourly) drama, for the most part, their love for each other is usually pretty apparent. Mim usually thinks that Mac hung the moon. You can tell by the look in her eyes that she loves him and wants to be just like him. She copies everything he does and wants everything he has, which he simultaneously finds obnoxious and flattering (rightfully so). Because their personalities are so different, it's easy to tell what she's doing on her own, as opposed to what she's doing solely because she saw Mac do it, which is pretty adorable. She's so impressionable right now and he's her exclusive role model  (I'm not sure whether that's a really good or really bad thing some days). She seems kind of lost when he's not around (when he's at preschool) and can't wait from him to come home again. And as much as it pains him to admit that he loves his little sister, it's sometimes incredibly obvious by how protective and possessive he is of her. If she's not around, he talks/asks about her nonstop. If the neighborhood girls are showing attention to Mim, he has to step in and claim the privilege of her being his baby sister with hugs and hand-holding (which she loves). He worries about her if she's hurt or sick. He reads her books and tells her stories. He laughs at her silliness and tells us how cute she is. He looks out for her at the playground around other kids. He takes care of her and shows her how to do things and helps her get dressed. Sometimes they play together so well I just stare at them in utter disbelief and think it truly doesn't get better than this. But then he'll play too rough or she'll try to eat his trains and that's the end of it. 
With two kids that have such different and distinct personalities, it's really hard for me to tell what is attributable to gender differences, what are the birth order traits and what are just due to the fact that they're different kids. Mac has a lot of the traits of the first born child (like me). He's a leader, he's determined, he's stubborn, dominate, jealous and highly motivated. He wants nothing more than the full and exclusive attention of the people around him. He has a hard time playing independently and wants to be at our side, with us, 1000% of the time. Mim is the baby of the family (like Ryan) and is sensitive and sweet, she's nurturing and caring, cooperative and flexible. She's great at independent play, loves affection, doesn't give a crap about what you think or say, refuses to listen to the word no, self-sufficient, loyal, fearless and easy-going. Obviously, some of these traits are really complementary and some of them are very much in opposition to each other. His fierce determination and constant need of approval is so different from her laid-back confidence and independence - it's truly amazing to see how the same two people can make two children that are so incredibly different. 
Only time will tell how their relationship changes and evolves as the years go by. Brother/sister is a complicated, yet incredibly rewarding relationship and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't worry (a LOT) about whether they will love and respect each other and the shared life they lived. The sibling relationship can sometimes last longer than any other relationship in a person's life and they're the only people in the world that know what it's like to grow up in the same house, with the same parents and circumstances as you did. I want so desperately for them to be close, but I know that may take years (or decades). I hope they will always have a special place in each other's heart. As siblings, they'll be each other's first playmates and co-conspirators, role models and protectors, counselors and collaborators, sources of envy and objects of pride. I'm hoping that someday they appreciate each other for who they are; that they'll always look out for each other; and no matter what, they'll take care of each other. That is my Christmas wish. 


What was your relationship with your siblings like?
Do you worry/think about your childrens' sibling relationships?

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Some Thoughts on Motherhood

Pardon me while I get a little emotional today.  One year ago I was packing my hospital bag full of tiny pink clothes and blankets, not knowing what to expect when our little lady graced us with her presence.  Would she be healthy? Would she surprise us and come early? Would she look like me?  Even already having a child couldn't prepare me for how wonderful it would be to add her to our family.  Mac was my first love - he made me a mama.  I earned that title after years of struggling to get pregnant and the first year of his life was the hardest year of my life.  I really struggled to figure out who I was as a mom, a wife, a friend and a person - there's nothing like having a baby that will make you question yourself personally (and question your sanity).  But everything was different the second time around - from an easy labor/delivery, to a quick recovery to the instantaneous bond I felt with her.  All that stress and anxiety I felt melted away.  It was all so easy and she was so easy to love. 
That's not to say that having two kids is easy.  By no means do I mean that.  It's been hard, but in a different way that that first year as a new parent was.  I've only been doing this "mom of 2" thing for a year now, but I feel like I've gained so much perspective.  I know that eventually babies will sleep through the night, formula won't hurt your precious child, the cheap diapers leak, it's okay to dress your baby in pajamas for the first 9 months of their life and that's it's almost ALWAYS just a phase. Whenever it feels like it will never get better...it always does.  Having two kids (and pets and a job and a husband and a house and a blog) is 80% triage and 20% searching for your lost keys/pacifier/shoe/tractor/phone. 
But having two kids has also given me more patience and willpower than I ever thought I'd have. Wait! Don't get me wrong, I still lose my shit ALL the time (like at least once a day), but we're hanging in there (sometimes) (and it could be SO much worse, I think).  These two tiny souls push my buttons and test my patience, but I couldn't love them more.  I may be teaching them about life, but they're teaching me what life is all about.  Life's about baby giggles, catching lightening bugs and bedtime stories about goats.  It's about her tiny toes and his first bike and our week on the beach.  It's about going from a cool sane mama to a psychotic screaming mess and back again in a five minute span.  It's about love and laughter and losing your mind every now and then.   
This parenthood thing is hard, but loving these kids is really easy (well, at least it is on days when they nap). Being a mom changes you, fundamentally.  Motherhood is both an incredible uniting factor and the cause of a lot of loneliness and isolation at times. Three years in and I'm still trying to figure out how to be me and where my former self went.  I'm the best and worst possible versions of myself at the same time.  I've lost touch with friends and gained others in unlikely places.  I feel left out a lot and awkward in situations where I used to be so confident.  I constantly feel like I'm failing as a wife, a friend, a daughter, a sister.  My husband is both my best friend and my biggest competition. My newsfeed is full of the stuff of parental nightmares and everything has the power to terrify me these days.  I have no idea if I'm doing anything right.  I'm still trying to figure it all out and cram it all in. There's never enough time.  
And yet time marches on.  Our little baby Mim turns one in a couple weeks and I'm torn up about it (as you can probably tell). Watching her grow this past year has been such an incredible blessing.  Not a day passes that I don't thank my lucky stars that she's healthy and happy and mine. She's my rainbow baby, my second chance, my love after loss...a surprise when I needed it most.  Being her mama has brought me more joy than she may ever know...at least not until she has children of her own.  I will freely admit that I was terrified when we found out that we were having a girl.  Having a boy comes with it's own set of issues, but being a girl and knowing what's to come as she gets older is scary. My mind keeps flash-forwarding to teenage drama, slamming doors, sneaking out, inappropriate boyfriends and all those things that I did against my parents' wishes.  I can't help but hurt for the future her that will get rejected by the boys she likes and hurt by the girls she thinks are her friends.  I cringe to know that she'll make all the same mistakes I did and that there might be days, weeks or even longer where she wants very little to do with me. My mommy heart aches already.  
But my heart has also expanded a hundred-fold, just having her in it.  We may have tumultuous years ahead of us, but we have so many amazing ones right now before we get there and will hopefully have a lifetime more after the hormones subside.  Right now, she's my little girl...my last baby.  Right now she thinks I'm hilarious and would risk life and limb to cross the room and get into my arms when I walk in the door.  I'm desperately trying to soak up every second I can of her, knowing that it's all flying by so incredibly quickly this time around.  I kiss those toes and tickle her neck a hundred times a day.  I snuggle with her long after she falls asleep and I spend an unhealthy amount of time studying her tiny features.  Right now she is so perfect, so loving and kind and trusting.  I want to protect her with all the ferocity of a thousand mama bears. 
But, as much as I am sad that the baby years are behind us, I'm also really looking forward to what's next for us. I can't wait to teach Mim how to do a cartwheel, watch her first t-ball game, take her on a mother-daughter girls weekend getaway.  I want to introduce her to The Great Gatsby, buy her a twirly princess dress and make sure she can drive a stick shift.  I can't wait to watch Mac make a basket with a real basketball, teach him how to carve a jack-o-lantern and take him on a roller coaster.  I want to be there when he has questions about girls and needs advice about what to wear on a date.  I'm excited to watch both kids grow to love and take care of each other and learn how to play together.  It may take them twenty years, but I think eventually they'll be best friends.  So long as he doesn't eat all her snacks, then there'll be hell to pay.   
*Mim's dress is Pink Chicken from Sugar Bit 

How are you feeling about motherhood these days?
Is it turning you into an emotional mess too or is that just me?
Ugh.  ;) 

Monday, February 23, 2015

There's a Shark in the Toilet!


I was having dinner with some friends the other night (shocking, I know!), and while I was eating my mashed potatoes, I mentioned that my grandmother used to tell us girls that eating mashed potatoes would make our boobs grow big.  Everyone at the table had a similar story of some lie their parents or grandparents used to tell them to get them to eat their food: carrots make you see in the dark, watermelon makes your teeth sparkle, chicken makes you beautiful, green beans make you tall, candy will make you shrink.  It got me thinking about the "lies/fibs" we tell Mac.  I've definitely told him that eating carrots will help him see better and eating fish will make him a stronger swimmer.  But our little fibs go beyond just food.  For example, Mac has a birthmark that we tell him is his "night-night button" and when we press it, he has to go immediately to bed. We think it's genius.
I thought this was such a fun discussion that I asked everyone on Facebook to share the fibs that they tell their kids or were told when they were children.  Here are some of my favorites: 

  • I had a problem with my 4 yr old unbuckling her car seat straps in the car. I told her that the police arrest you if you unbuckle straps while driving. Now she always keeps them on and looks around for police cars. –Jordan

  • One of my friends tells her son that when the ice cream man's song is playing that means he is all out of ice cream.  –Melissa

  • For about a year, I had my kids convinced there was a toy fairy that came at night. She collected toys that weren't put away and would only bring them back another night if they did extra chores. –Nikki

  • We have "parent tax" - all money they get (gifts or in cards or $$ they earn) is "parent taxed" at 50%. That money goes into an account for them. I'm fairly certain they believe "parent tax" is a true tax.  My parents did it with me and I was at least 13-15 before I realized it wasn't a real thing. Kids will have a nice account by the time they go to college.  –Jenny

  • I once watched a relative get his 2 year old son to eat his veggies by periodically checking on whether his arm muscles were getting any stronger. "Hmm, still a little mushy, try a few more bites.  Ooh, getting a little stronger! Try one more bite and let's see what happens." –Anne

  • I was an X-Ray/CT Tech. My children knew I could see bones so they believed I could see through walls, too. Whenever they were too quiet or too loud I would say "I can see you. You better stop doing that!" It always worked.  –Becki

  • When my daughter was small (she's now 18) we had her believing a red dot appeared on her forehead anytime she told a lie. Was a sad day when she finally realized.  –Amy

  • The mall/park is closed.  ALL.THE.TIME.  –Cate

  • I really wanted curly hair as a kid, my mom told me if I ate the crust on my bread I would get curly hair... I believed it. No more crust-less sandwiches.  –Rebecca

  • My daughter would fight sleep and tried every excuse to get out of bed. Her favorite was "I'm hungry!" We explained that when the sun goes down, the food goes to sleep in the cabinets and doesn't get up until breakfast. Surprisingly, it worked.  –Melissa

  • To get our two year old daughter to come inside at night in the summer we tell her that skunks are coming out and we have to run inside so they don't get us.  –Charlotte

  • As a kid, we were told if we played with our belly button, our butt would fall off. Also, if you eat watermelon close to bedtime, you'd pee the bed.  –Laureen

  • We tell ours string cheese is "quiet cheese," so when they are eating it there is no talking. I don't know how or why this works... –Kathryn

  • Our three year old is obsessed with dinosaurs so we always tell him "But dinosaurs LOVE broccoli!" or "the dinosaur looks sick, he needs medicine - do you need some too?" and I always get "YES MOMMY!"  Works like a charm!  –Jessica

  • To cure anything I make up rituals, for example my 6yr old daughter gets out of bed for the billionth time since I laid her down complaining of a belly ache so I instruct her to close her eyes, put one hand above her head, count to ten and walk backwards to her room and that will cure the belly ache. Works every time.  –Lorrie

  • All ice cream parlors are closed during the winter and will not open up until spring. We were going every other day this fall and this momma’s waistline needed a break! –Jessie

  • Growing up my mother told me peas grow behind my ears and between my toes when I didn't clean them.  –Cheyenne

  • We told our son when he got his big boy bed that it was illegal to use a pacifier in a big boy bed. He quit cold turkey.  –Kirsten

  • I told my three redheaded kids I left them in the rain and their hair rusted.  –Cindy

  • I have a friend who "times" her kids. "Let's see how many seconds it takes you to get your shoes on. The world record is 10 seconds." –Anne

  • I forgot to be the Tooth Fairy one night and didn't realize it until the next day when my daughter complained that the Tooth Fairy didn't visit her.  While she was at school I wrote a letter to her from the Tooth Fairy explaining that she didn't visit because she couldn't make her way into her room since it was such a mess and to please clean it and she'd come back the next night. I put glitter in the envelope (to prove it was the Tooth Fairy, naturally) and left it in the kitchen, where she found it when she got home from school.  Now everytime she loses a tooth, she cleans her room!  –Katie

  • My sister told my nephew that calamari is "round chicken." It's one of his favorite foods and he hasn't figured it out for TEN YEARS! –Bethany

  • I told my 2 year old that he can't play in the toilet because there is a shark in it and he will come up if he sees fingers....and that the smell of his poop and pee is what's keeping it away so he has to go potty in the toilet...he potty trained very fast and never puts his fingers in.  –Evelinda

  • I told my kids that chocolate syrup was vitamins for mommy so I could drink chocolate milk without them catching on. It worked for a year!  –Julie

  • After multiple attempts to get rid of my sons paci, we cut holes them and told him that our cat did it.  –Sarah

  • My dad told my brothers that eating dirt would make worms and beetles grow in the belly.  That put an end to the mud pie restaurant in the back yard.  –Laura

  • A friend told me that whenever the batteries run out of a noisy toy that she hates, she tells her kid that it's broken and can't be fixed. –Samantha

  • My children think my husband has superpowers because every time we walk in an automatic door he waves his hand and "makes it open with his mind."  –Laura

  • To convince my 3 year old to stay in bed and go back to sleep, I tell her we're going to have the same dream and we decide what the dream will be (usually about rainbows, unicorns and a teddy bear picnic). I wish it wasn't a lie; it’d be super fun if we could really make that happen. –Susannah

  • I get my son to eat cauliflower (and any other white foods) by saying its special food that Elsa froze for him. –Abby

  • My husband pretends to call & talk to Santa when the kids are being crazy.  –Lindsay

  • I used to cry a lot growing up and my mom used to tell me I was going to run out of tears if I kept it up and I would look pretty silly crying with no tears so I better save them for when I have good reason to cry (and as a side note, I believed this and used to go to the bathroom sink and scoop up water in my hands and then open my eyes under water in hopes of replenishing my diminishing supply of tears). –Donna

  • We tell my 3 year old that green smoothies are actually TMNT mutagen that will make him a ninja.  –Colleen

  • Typical boy mom stuff, like “if you play with it too much it will fall off.”  –Suzy

  • If you don't put away your toys at night, the vacuum cleaner will suck them up and you'll never get them back.  –Cat

  • Ok.....this is horrible, but when our boys were 2, they threw the biggest fits when it was time to cut their nails. I'm talking screaming, hitting, flinging tears. So, I convinced them that if they didn't let me keep their nails short, monsters would come find them and chew their appendages off.  Basically I was saving them by cutting their nails. It worked! –Kristen

  • Everything is 'chicken' in my house. Salmon, tuna, some darker meats, so it's 'OOOOH MOMMY MADE YOUR FAVORITE! CHICKEN!"  –Emily

  • We're not cat people. I may have told my kids that my husband is allergic to cats and that's why we can't have one. Judge away.  –Corey

  • My stepmom told my brother that Barney lived at day care, so we could not watch it at home.  –Brigid

My very favorite “lie” was this one (because it’s so horribly cruel and equally ingenious):

  • When we misbehaved, my mom would tell us she was going to trade us in for better children. She would even get out the huge JC Penney catalog to find new children.  –Melissa
Thanks to everyone that contributed, there were so many great ones to choose from.  Also, I'm in no way encouraging you to lie to your children (especially about anything truly important), so please spare me the lecture about what a horrible rotten person I am, I already know that.  ;)  


Which is your favorite?
Do you ever fib to your kids to get them to do something?
Did your parents/grandparents ever fib to you?

Thursday, December 4, 2014

The Second Time Around

Now that we have two kids (gah!) and have done this whole pregnancy/delivery/newborn stage twice, so many people have asked me about how different (or similar) things have been the second time around.  I'm always interested in this kind of thing too, so I thought it might be fun to put a post together about all the differences and similarities between becoming a mom for the first time and becoming a mom the second time while all this stuff is fresh in my head.

Just for reference (in case you're new around here):
#1 Mac (boy) - born May 2012 (photos on the left)
#2 Mim (girl) - born July 2014 (photos on the right)
Pregnancy
My pregnancy with Mac was a dream the first two trimesters.  Other than being tired and having a few food aversions, I had the easiest first trimester in the history of pregnancies.  The second trimester was even more glorious...I ate whatever I wanted (obscene amounts of Chipotle), got lots of pampering and loved watching my belly get big.  The only problems came in the third trimester, when the swelling started and all the weight started taking its toll on me.  On my due date with Mac I'd gained nearly 60 pounds (lots of water weight) and I was pretty miserable.  I couldn't get comfortable to sleep, I had horrible acid reflux and heartburn, my ankles were as big as my calves and it was just difficult to get around.  I also carried Mac really high and felt like he lived in my ribcage, which was incredibly painful.  

My pregnancy with Mim was the complete opposite.  I don't know if it was because I was having a girl, or because I already had a toddler, but I had a horrible first trimester - sick all the time from pregnancy, stomach flu, head colds, sinus infections, etc.  The first four months of pregnancy completely kicked my ass and I've never been so tired in my life - growing one tiny human and chasing another one around.  But by 19 weeks, I finally started to feel better and it continued the rest of my pregnancy.  I loved pregnancy even more the second time around, maybe because I knew it was probably my last time to experience this.  I didn't gain anywhere close to the same amount of weight the second time (only about 25 pounds) and had little to no swelling at all.  I carried her very low, which was hard on my bladder, but so much more comfortable than with Mac.  My cravings were only for lemonade this time (no chicken tacos) and my food aversions were intense and still haven't completely gone away (I still am put off by salmon).   While I was mentally "done" with pregnancy at the end, I was getting around pretty well and proud of my body for handling everything the third trimester like a champ. 
Birth
On my due date with Mac, I went to the doctor and was 0 cm dilated and 0% effaced.  Two days later, I woke up at 5:00 a.m. on a Sunday feeling off.  I thought I peed the bed, but really my water was close to breaking and I was leaking amniotic fluid, however I told Ryan I was fine and to go ahead and play golf that day.  While he was in the shower I started having some mild menstrual-type cramps, which I didn't realize were actually contractions until they were so strong I nearly ripped the sink out of the bathroom countertop (can you tell I was in denial?). By 8:00 a.m. my contractions were coming pretty fast and furious and we were on our way to the hospital.  My water broke as they got me into a bed and I immediately ordered the epidural.  I labored (and slept) until about 8:30 that evening when I stopped progressing at 8 cm (because the baby had turned) and spiked a fever.  We made the call to have surgery and Mac was born by emergency c-section at 10:10 p.m. (after 17 hours of labor).  He was 2 days late and was 7 pounds, 14 oz and 22.5 inches long.  

With Mim, I really wanted to try to avoid having another c-section.  My OB was more than willing to let me try to labor on my own and go for a VBAC, so long as she came anytime before my due date. At that point, with a prior c-section, we'd have to repeat (since I couldn't be induced).  We went ahead and scheduled a c-section the week before our due date (at just over 39 weeks) and prayed that she'd come on her own prior to that.  At 35 weeks Mim was measuring in the 75th percentile and I was nearly 2 cm dilated and 70% effaced.  I figured we'd be having her any day at that point, but that's exactly where I stayed for the next month.  Zero progress (she actually regressed).  We had Mim by scheduled c-section at 9:39 a.m.  She was one week early and was 7 pounds, 11 oz and 21 inches long.  

Recovery
Recovery with Mac was a bitch.  Having gone through both labor and major surgery, I was a mess. My body was so beat up and I felt like I'd been run over by a truck for weeks.  My incision was painful and while I had doctor's orders not to go up and down the stairs (which didn't bother me), getting in and out of bed to wake up with the baby many many times a night was absolutely excruciating.  I could barely sleep because my stomach hurt so badly.  It took weeks for the swelling to go down and for me to lose the water weight, which finally gave me some relief from heartburn.  I felt (and looked) like I was still pregnant months after giving birth.  

Recovery with Mim was (once again) completely the opposite.  I was on my feet and walking the hospital halls the day after my c-section.  Since surgery was scheduled, I went into it well-rested and without having to go through the trauma of labor.  I felt pretty good by the time we left the hospital and didn't take a single painkiller past the one week point.  Getting in and out of bed was still the hardest and most painful activity I did.  I didn't really worry about the stairs this time and really just tried to listen to my body and take it easy when I felt like I needed to, as opposed to following doctor's orders to the tee.  The hardest part of recovery this time was not being able to pick up Mac or carry him anywhere.  He was very jealous of me holding the baby, but not him and it was emotionally very hard to deal with that.  
Breastfeeding
You might remember my struggles with breastfeeding Mac (which you can read all about here).  Not being able to breastfeed and dealing with the emotions and guilt was probably the hardest part of having a new baby for me.  I was so incredibly hard on myself and undoubtedly made everything much more difficult than it needed to be.  Mac was a terribly difficult baby to feed, even by bottle, and I forced the issue way longer than necessary because I wanted it to work out so badly.  Finally, after weeks of nearly nonstop crying (by me) and visits with multiple lactation consultants, I realized that breastfeeding was just not in the cards for us and he was just going to have to be ok with breastmilk from a bottle.  I exclusively pumped for over five months (built up a big supply) and when Mac was seven months old, switched him to formula.  We all survived and were happier for it.  

After our first experience, I went into breastfeeding Mim with very mixed emotions.  On the one hand, I so badly wanted it to work out.  I wanted the experience that everyone raved about.  I wanted that bond.  I wanted it so so much.  But on the other hand, I knew that it wasn't the end of the world if it didn't work out and we'd be fine.  I knew that I had to be more relaxed this time around.  I knew that once again pumping was an option to get breastmilk.  And once again, I knew that if we had to go to formula, that would be fine too.  Needless to say, I was so pleasantly surprised when Mim came out a champion nurser.  She latched on immediately and was great.  My milk came in on day 3 (lots of it) and we rocked nursing for 9 weeks.  Then all of a sudden, she was done...absolutely finished and refused to nurse at all.  I saw a lactation consultant and we tried everything to get her to come around, but she's strong-willed and decided she was finished.  I'm not sure if it was due to over-supply or what, but nothing (nipple shields, different positions, etc.) seemed to help So, we moved on...reluctantly.  I am still pumping and she's still 100% breastmilk, but always from a bottle.  And again, I have mixed emotions about it.  One the one hand, I'm happy that she's getting breastmilk and proud of myself for moving on and just sucking it up and doing what I think is best for her.  But on the other hand, I'm mourning.  I didn't get the experience that I wanted (or not for long enough) and I'm disappointed.  I was actually even angry with her for a while and very hurt because I felt like she was rejecting me, but that seems ridiculous now to even think about.  Hormones will make you think crazy things.  We're fine.  Pumping sucks (literally).  It's painful and horribly time-consuming and I don't plan to keep it up forever, but for now we're trying to make it work.  I'm not going to beat myself up about it this time.  I'm going to do what works for us until it doesn't and then we'll make a change.  And we'll all be just fine. 
Postpartum Emotions
As you probably inferred from what I've already said, my emotions were out of control after having Mac.  From dealing with the pain of recovery, the lack of sleep, the newness of having a baby, the shock of no longer feeling human, the inability to get anything done, the guilt associated with not breastfeeding and the sense of completely losing yourself, I was a wreck.  I cried all the time.  I had many many breakdowns.  I felt sick to my stomach every time he cried (which was a lot) because I was so scared.  The love I felt for him was so intense I didn't know if I could handle it.  I couldn't stop thinking about horrible things happening to him and I was a nervous wreck about how I was going to ever keep him safe for the rest of his life.  It all felt so overwhelming.  I didn't know what to expect or how long it would last or if things would ever get better.  It was all so new and so raw and so scary.  It took months before I felt like things were starting to get back to normal.  It took a year before I felt like myself again.  

Just like with everything else, the second time around was so different.  After I had Mim, I was crazy madly in love, but not crazy.  I don't know whether it was the placental encapsulation pills, the fact that I knew what I was doing this time or the easy delivery, but it was a night and day difference.  I did cry the first night we brought her home as I was putting her in her bassinet because I was overwhelmed with love and terrified of how I would ever be able to keep her safe, but otherwise, this ride has been pretty tame compared to the emotional roller coaster I went on with Mac.  
Body Image
After all the weight I'd gained with Mac, it took me a long time to feel good about my body again. Despite pumping for 5 months, I didn't lose hardly any weight breastfeeding.  Maybe that works for some women, but definitely not me.  I kept hearing "9 months on, 9 months off," so when the 9 month mark came around and I still hadn't lost the weight, I was surprised.  A year postpartum I was still 20+ pounds heavier than my pre-pregnancy weight and realized that it wasn't just going to magically come off without a lot of work on my part.  When I went back on the fertility meds (for PCOS, which help me with regulating blood sugar levels) my weight finally started moving in the right direction.  I was within about 5 pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight when I got pregnant with Mim (18 months later).  

As I mentioned, I didn't gain nearly as much weight during my pregnancy with Mim.  However, I did start out heavier this time around, which didn't help.  Two weeks postpartum and I was within 5 pounds of my second pre-pregnancy weight and I thought it was going to be easy-peasy to get there. However, breastfeeding/pumping has increased my appetite this time around WAY more than I expected and WAY more than I apparently need.  I'm FAMISHED all the time!  I cannot eat enough. I went up another 5+ pounds and have been hanging tight there for a few months now.  I don't have the time or energy right now to work out and I don't have much willpower to keep my sweet tooth in check.  I'm not real happy with the way I look (I still look like I have a 4 month baby bump and the biggest boobs ever), but I'm giving myself a pass for now, since I know I will not be able to lose the weight until I stop pumping. I'm hoping someday I'll be able to fit into my non-maternity work clothes again soon...I have so many pretty dresses just hanging there mocking me.  Someday...
Returning to Work
With Mac, returning to work after a 12 week maternity leave was excruciating.  It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.  Leaving a tiny 12 week-old baby that is your whole life in the hands of a near-stranger (at the time) was so incredibly scary.  I was terrified that something would happen to him.  What if he cries for hours and she doesn't know how to console him?  What if he doesn't remember me at the end of the day?  What if, what if, what if.  It was hard.  However, after a few weeks (days, even), it got easier.  It was nice feeling like myself again, being able to get things done, being around adults, using my education I worked so hard for, etc.  I liked my job and I wanted to be both a mom and a lawyer.

With Mim, returning to work after a 12 week maternity leave was even worse.  It was hard for entirely different reasons.  This time around I wasn't scare of the "what if's."  I knew our nanny could handle the crying, I trusted her to do the right thing, I wasn't as fearful for Mim's safety. But this time around I know how quickly the baby days go and I'm scared that I'm missing it all.  I know Mim won't forget me, but I know that soon I'll forget just how small she is right now and what holding your tiny baby feels like.  I know she won't remember that I'm not there, but I'll remember the hours spent away from her and I worry that I'm going to regret them.  I know the kids will appreciate all the trips we take and things we can afford since their mom works, but while they're little, I bet they'd rather just have their mom around more.  This is something I've been struggling a lot with lately and I don't have any answers right now.  It's been a over a month now and I don't feel like I'm adjusting as well as I'd hoped.  Fingers crossed things get better soon.
Love
I don't think there's any possible way to ever put into words how much you can possibly love your children.  I love them so fiercely, so adamantly, so equally...but differently.  Mac is so wild and free and spirited - I love him wildly and loudly and as passionately as I possibly can.  Mim is such a sweet, gentle soul - I love her with more of a quiet intensity that I can't even describe.  With Mac, it took me some time to learn how to love him, since my adjustment period as a new mom was so emotional and hard.  I loved him immensely years before the pregnancy test turned pink and the moment I laid eyes on him in the delivery room I was overcome with so much love I thought my heart might explode.  But your love for your second child goes deeper and is stronger than I ever thought possible.  After our loss (in between the two), I was devastated and scared and fearful about our future.  Mim snuck into our lives and hearts so unexpectedly and under the radar.  The amount of love I have for her completely took me by surprise and overwhelms me sometimes.  It was like one day my heart no longer felt like it was going to explode because it was now ten times the size it used to be.  She is my baby, my miracle, my tiny little angel.  And he is my wild child.  I love them both so much.


What were the biggest differences or similarities with your experiences?