From the moment my daughter popped out I heard it.
Have another. When will you have another? What age gap do you think you'll have?
Do you both want another, Would you like a boy next? It would be lovely for Faith to have a sister, do you think you would have another girl?
Yes we wanted another, but I was still meddling in this beautiful new child that I had created and given birth to, I couldn't help but feel like she just wasn't enough for all of the people banging on in my ear about another.
Well when we announced then that we were to expect a second bundle it wasn't the questions people were asking that were bothering me, it was what they were telling me that made me panic.. the phrase I heard over and over "Are you crazy you'll have your hands full with two, its hard work".
As soon as the test told me I was pregnant with my second I was already riddled with guilt so to feel such pressure with people making comments about the expectant child, I felt like I was about to push my daughter out, as I knew and was fully aware that all of my attention was about to be placed on a new human she would have to share her home with, the home that she has been used to having to herself for 3 whole years. After the hands full comment it gave me no comfort when people said "honestly two is no different to one".. and what a laugh that is.
I have two hands, I can only pick one child up at a time, but they may both need a hug. I have two hands, I can only wipe one butt at a time, so what if they both need me too do that? Whilst the baby is feeding from my sore engorged boob the three year old suddenly decides that she needs a "really massive squeeze", so for the first few weeks we had things sorted, because Daddy was home. That was fine. Then when Daddy returned to work I felt like the extra two hands I had were cut off!
My three year old wasn't adjusting well to the new baby anyway (see I don't like baby brother blog for that one), so I had so many moments of thinking WHAT HAVE I DONE? There is no possible way I can cope like this, all of those people were right my hands are way too full. But guess what? They are full yes, and some days I may look like i've risen from a grave and dragged through a hedge backwards, BUT my hands are full of love.
It is hard, and some days I do wonder how people with twins actually manage to stay sane, or do they not?
Somehow though, I manage. I manage to sprinkle magic dust on my three year olds leg because she's ran into the table the same time that I'm changing a nappy, I manage to get 2 people dressed at the same time even if one is screaming and the other has run off 34 times. I just manage, because I'm a Mum and that's my job.
So when you are ready to add another child, don't panic and don't stress because of other people. You can do it, without a doubt. I mean.. it might make you batshit crazy but you'll do it!
x
Have another. When will you have another? What age gap do you think you'll have?
Do you both want another, Would you like a boy next? It would be lovely for Faith to have a sister, do you think you would have another girl?
Yes we wanted another, but I was still meddling in this beautiful new child that I had created and given birth to, I couldn't help but feel like she just wasn't enough for all of the people banging on in my ear about another.
Well when we announced then that we were to expect a second bundle it wasn't the questions people were asking that were bothering me, it was what they were telling me that made me panic.. the phrase I heard over and over "Are you crazy you'll have your hands full with two, its hard work".
As soon as the test told me I was pregnant with my second I was already riddled with guilt so to feel such pressure with people making comments about the expectant child, I felt like I was about to push my daughter out, as I knew and was fully aware that all of my attention was about to be placed on a new human she would have to share her home with, the home that she has been used to having to herself for 3 whole years. After the hands full comment it gave me no comfort when people said "honestly two is no different to one".. and what a laugh that is.
I have two hands, I can only pick one child up at a time, but they may both need a hug. I have two hands, I can only wipe one butt at a time, so what if they both need me too do that? Whilst the baby is feeding from my sore engorged boob the three year old suddenly decides that she needs a "really massive squeeze", so for the first few weeks we had things sorted, because Daddy was home. That was fine. Then when Daddy returned to work I felt like the extra two hands I had were cut off!
My three year old wasn't adjusting well to the new baby anyway (see I don't like baby brother blog for that one), so I had so many moments of thinking WHAT HAVE I DONE? There is no possible way I can cope like this, all of those people were right my hands are way too full. But guess what? They are full yes, and some days I may look like i've risen from a grave and dragged through a hedge backwards, BUT my hands are full of love.
It is hard, and some days I do wonder how people with twins actually manage to stay sane, or do they not?
Somehow though, I manage. I manage to sprinkle magic dust on my three year olds leg because she's ran into the table the same time that I'm changing a nappy, I manage to get 2 people dressed at the same time even if one is screaming and the other has run off 34 times. I just manage, because I'm a Mum and that's my job.
So when you are ready to add another child, don't panic and don't stress because of other people. You can do it, without a doubt. I mean.. it might make you batshit crazy but you'll do it!
x
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