Now you'd think (or at least I did) that having another child would make me more stressed out and even crazier, but I have found that the opposite has proven true. How could that be possible? Why does it make any sense that adding a baby to a toddler would somehow magically equal a more chill mom? (And by "more chill", I mean I went from an 11 on a scale of 1-10 psychoticness to about a 9.75.)
Having one child, I was a control FREAK, charting Leighton's every bowel movement, every food intake, every nap, every everything until he was three years old (yes, I have the sheets to prove it in case anyone needs to know what he ate or when he pooped on this very day two years ago). Can you believe that after having my second, I actually stopped charting my first? OMG!
Astoundingly, I find myself blessed with a bit more patience (thank you GOD), and I'm not sure if the reason is that Cambridge is an "easier" baby ("easy" babies are still babies, by the way) or if I'm just more relaxed so he's more relaxed and thus "easier." Regardless of the reason, I also find myself not as strict with schedules, letting them relax to time frames instead of stressing over exact times (relax to variances within 10 minutes - I'm still me you know). I mean, can you believe that I even (very occasionally) let Leighton eat a snack in the living room on the couch?! (a couch that will probably get burned once the boys are past the spit-up, puking, pooping, gross phases).
Honestly, I never would have believed that having another child could ever make met a little less neurotic and a better parent. I find myself crying (or stressing) a bit less over spilled milk, and I like this new me... the "chill" mom (well, as chill as I'll ever be).
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Cyndi M. Frick
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