Having Declan home for the first week was amazing. He was able to pretty much take care of all of the needy toddler issues, while also taking care of me, so that I could take care of Lucy. Basically, he made me breakfast and lunch everyday and I could french kiss him just for that. But he did even more. Grocery shopped (twice). Changed diapers of both girls. Got up with me to help with Lucy. Took Emeline on outings to keep her busy. Put her down for naps. On top of his regular stuff like nighttime/bathtime routines, etc. The list goes on and on.
I guess I got a little spoiled because I honestly thought I CAN NEVER DO THIS ALONE.
Which, in hindsight, was a mixture of hormones...and, hormones.
Because it can be done. So long as you view little things as successes.
I'm here to tell you we survived. And mothers of 2+ are not allowed to laugh at me. Mmk?
Yesterday's little successes were as follows:
When my 2 year old woke up, my newborn was still asleep. This was huge for me. I figured if that could happen? I'd be golden. I could get her up and changed, breakfast fed, all while Lucy still slept. It worked out just like that and it was perfect.
I got to eat breakfast, too. I honestly expected to never eat again, well--nothing other than snacks or something I shove in my mouth in quick passing of the pantry. But I had toast with peanut butter, cantaloupe, and blueberries. Oh, and coffee. COFFEE IS A MUST.
Emeline was on her best behavior. Do I have to tell you that our morning was filled with a lot of lazy couch sitting, cuddling, me nursing a baby, and, oh, THREE MOVIES? No. I don't have to tell you that. But it's the truth. Watching movies yesterday was part of our survival, and I'm not going to harp on myself for that. It happened. I don't feel bad, either.
I got both my children dressed. I could have easily declared it PJ day. But, I figured that if they got dressed, even if I didn't? That it would somehow make me feel accomplished. It did a little. Does it matter that they weren't dressed until noon? Who cares.
We had lunch. Silly, perhaps--but, we sat at the table, and so what if it consisted of hot dogs and cheese sticks (for her), and an iPad for entertainment. We both ate, people. I had two meals by 1pm. I even checked my email during this time and responded to a few questions. (Also, sorry if I haven't been good at responding lately, don't hold it to me--I promise to try and be better once things settle down a bit...)
She napped. Thank the sweet baby Jesus--I told myself all day if I could just get to Emeline's naptime, I'd be in the clear. Three blissful hours she napped. And then? There was only one hour left until the Daddy Will Be Home prowl out the windows began.
I loaded the dishwasher. I kept up with the house. Yep, small successes. For what it's worth, I left the unloading part to my husband. Hey, I had to leave him something to do after all.
I took a shower. You know that taking showers are a luxury once you have children. So the fact that I managed one on Day One Alone? Awesome. Do I have to tell you the reason why is because my sister was here snuggling Lucy at the time? Darn.
I had dinner on the table. I wish it was because, you know, I whipped up my best meal and did meal planning and grocery shopping-but nope (let's be honest, when do I do this, ever?). We just have awesome friends & family who have been bringing us dinner. And last night was no exception. I mean, I at least plated the food. That counts for something....right?
I kissed my husband when he got home. How is this a success? Because I didn't want to kick him, or punch him in the gut for leaving me. I didn't want to be all I can't believe you left me with two kids, and must be nice in your peaceful office all day. I was genuinely happy to see him, he missed us, too--and all was right in the world.
My successes were small. But we did it. We had peace during the day--and honestly, I had moments of Wow, I can totally handle this. It was good. I can do this mom of two thing. I think.
I just won't tell you about the part where both my children were screaming/whining/crying during dinner, at the same time, and the chaos that ensued. No, I won't tell you that part. I will just say that I'm so glad they saved the chaos for when daddy got home. :)
One day at a time...
|photo credit: taken by my sister-in-law, Lyryn|