“When are you having Baby Number Two?” seems to be the hot topic surrounding all of my Mama friends in a similar first-child-age-bracket at the moment.
Three to four of our postnatal group are pregnant/about to drop/have dropped number two, and there is much speculation about who may be pregnant again.
For Nick and I it has always been an “easy” decision. Well, easy if you excuse all of my maternal urges and womb contractions over the past 19.5 months… But we’ve always known that we wouldn’t start trying for a second bundle until after the wedding, because that’s what honeymoons are for, yes? Well, that and eating and drinking everything I won’t be able to eat and drink for another nine months. If we are fortunate enough to conceive for a second time, of course
My screaming hormones may not agree, but I’m glad we’ve waited. And not just for the fact that organising a wedding with two children under two would have been an utter nightmare. I can barely manage it with one… imagine my brain after having two sproglets?! Goodbye fully formed sentences and anything that remotely resembles a social life thanks to my semi-well-kept diary – where did I put my diary again? Oh, my eldest threw it in the bin a week ago… Excellent.
There are a number of reasons why I’m glad we’ve stuck to our guns. But mostly, not rushing into making another baby has allowed me to appreciate all this time with Busby; to really watch her grow from a teeny, squidgy ball into a beautiful, independent, crazy Toddler. It has allowed us the time to bond and become best friends, without having to worry about another mouth to feed, or another bottom to wipe. I’m sure if we had two children now I’d find a way to split myself in two (I’d have to), but I’ve loved our time together and I’m sure I’ll miss being able to give her my undivided attention, as will she!
I think we’ve almost made it out of the haze of the parenthood thicket; we’ve got our balance back (ish), and we’re getting ready to delve once again into the land of sleeplessness, irrational sobbing, colic, permanent fear… Um. Why? Can you remind me why we want to go through all that again? Just as we’re (sort of) getting back on track? Oh yes, it would be for the magical highs, the wonderful smell of your newborn baby snoozing on your chest, the hours spent just staring at this little thing you’ve created.
Bringing another life into this crazy world and teaching them all about it.
You’re probably all reading this sighing “You’re not even pregnant yet Hannah!” and I know I’m jumping the gun. But I’m excited. Really excited. I’ve been ready for a while, and now I think we’re ready as a family to add another person to our mini unit! And of course I’m terrified! Having been through it all before I know what can go wrong; I’ve experienced the excruciating pain of childbirth, and I know that we might not be fortunate to even conceive a second time. But golly, if we are lucky enough, then I can’t wait to start the utterly insane wander and stumble into the wilderness of Parenthood for a second time!