All While Living In My Parents Basement
From what I am told, going from one child to two is TOUGH. Admittedly, having one kid has been pretty easy. Don't get me wrong - I'm fully aware that I am blocking out all of those witching hours and sleepless nights that we had early on with my first born. It's almost as if they didn't exist. But they were there, and we are surely about to experience them all over again. I should enjoy this honeymoon stage of pregnancy while it lasts!
The hubs and I will not fully comprehend what having two is like until we are smack dab in the middle of parenthood with a toddler and a newborn. Today, I realized that I only have 16 weeks until new baby is here. Hopefully, not any fewer than 16. We still live in my parent's basement and our house is not coming along nearly as quickly as planned. I'm certain that the tectonic plates of this earth have shifted faster than our house project.
Tonight, during a challenging bedtime with our son, I turned to my husband and said, "What is this going to be like with a newborn down in the basement here too?!" Our son is taking at least an hour to fall asleep these days, and I cannot imagine what bedtime for him is going to be like if we are also trying to make the basement setting work with a newborn in the room. I envision no sleep being had by any of us. Ever. And don't get me started about our poor roommates upstairs....did I mention the floors are paper thin? Kimwipe thin, for all my fellow chemistry nerds out there.
But things could be worse. Much worse. I hate playing the much worse game, because OF COURSE things could be worse! As we all know, many families have gotten along just fine with much less space and help than my husband and I have. But I'm typically a glass half-full kind of girl. I am always thinking of how things could be BETTER. And let me tell you, being above ground, and the kids having their own rooms separate from our room, sounds pretty darn good. My fingers are still crossed, but with every passing week, I realize that it is almost a certainty that our new baby will be coming home to my parents home. And for "how long" is a complete unknown. I struggle at times with the unknown.
Aside from our interesting living situation at the moment, I am also struggling with the fear of not having as much time for my son as I hope that I would once the new baby is here. Thankfully, I will have some time off of work. This will allow for additional family time as I heal. But my son and I are in a routine. I am so worried about not giving each baby (yes, T is still my baby!) as much time and attention that they need. All my mom friends with two or more babies have assured me that things will normalize after several weeks (errrr months) with two kids. Where will I find time for our two park trips per day?! Hopefully new baby will enjoy the park just as much as my son does!
I'm sure that this is just another phase of life that we will figure out as we navigate through it. Any stress that I have has all been self-inflicted. Pregnancy number two, building a house - all things that we very much wanted and chose. Timing is never perfect. It just cannot be. And everything always happens for a reason when it does, right? Right?!
Sixteen more weeks until my due date. Under normal circumstances, I would be hoping that baby #2 comes as soon as safely possible. But now, I am striving to be one of those women who are 10 days late. But just wait, I am sure that because I now have this down on internet paper, I will be holding a new baby at the Thanksgiving dinner table instead of the Christmas dinner table, like planned. Kids always have a way of surprising us! Needless to say, November and December are going to be very interesting around our house (our parent's house....that is!)