Tuesday, July 27, 2010
If you ask 10 people whether having a second kid is twice as much work, or twice as hard or whatever, I think you'll get 10 different answers. Some say the bump from one to two is no big deal. A blip. To others, it's 300 times harder and is a relative cataclysm of dirty laundry, dirty diapers and dirty dishes. So, being who I am, I braced for the worst but hoped for the best.
Sure, I've had a well potty-trained toddler who has pooped his pants five days in a row (several of the instances involving turds being left behind in a trail as we ran to the potty). I've had a few nearly-sleepless nights. I've had a few meltdowns and a few voices-raised arguments with my Mr. Pumpkin. But, I have to say, I think I've totally and completely survived my first week, maybe even with a high level of success.
My laundry is done. My house is not in shambles. I have gotten some sleep. My two children are still alive. Despite my tendency toward being a hypochondriac, I have not gone running back into the doctor at every weird ache or pain resulting from my c-section. When I went into the hospital to have this baby, all I wanted was for the first week to be over. And it is! And I'm alive! And I'm happy! Like really, really happy!
It must be the hormones! Or these two ridiculously sweet and adorable kids. Or my amazingly supportive and loving hubby. So I don't know whether is seems as though having two kids will be twice as hard as only one. I suppose it depends on a lot of things. But I can say that for me, right now, it's pretty alright.