When I became a mother my whole life changed. My perspective on life, My routine, My priorities. Everything.
Now that I’ve become a mother for the second time my life is again changing.
My head had been afraid my heart wouldn’t catch on. How could I love another little being as much as I love Eli? How could another child possibly ever be as perfect as my firstborn is?
Once Fyn arrived scarily and hurriedly on the bedroom floor all my worries ceased. How could I NOT love my second little miracle as much as I love Eli!
And so, again our life has been thrown upside down and inside out and a turbulent atmosphere reigns the house, but in a good way.
There are two bodies to snuggle
Two little faces to kiss
Two little people to tuck in at night and sing lullabies and read bedtime stories to.
I got a nice change for myself too.
The much matted, even slightly dreaded, very unlooked after mane of mine was all chopped off, in favour, rather of an Emma Watson post harry potter style pixie cut.
My “Mummy cut” and although a huge change I’m loving rocking a new ‘do’ suitable of my new lifestyle, busy mummy of two.
Eli has adapted beautifully to the arrival of his little brother. Insisting he gets lots of cuddles from the interesting creature that often spends hours lounging on the couch. He inspects Fyn’s hands and feet and watches intrigued as I change Fyn’s little Nappy..
Regression of my first born was something I was very worried about. I’d heard so many stories of children reverting back to crawling or losing a lot of words they’d been using or becoming clingy and needy .
The only regression I have noted in my well adapted eldest son however is extra reliance on his dummy (which could also be put down to the fact that currently in his little mouth two canine teeth and two molars are painfully emerging)
He has also been harder to put down for a nap during the day and the experience has begun to be a battle of wills in which Eli mostly wins. But this could also be due to painful teething, his age or the fact that he’d rather be downstairs playing with his little brother.
Fyn has put on weight and is feeding beautifully. Such a contented little bundle and so alert! We often find him just lying there big blue eyes open gazing around the room and cooing to himself.
I know there will be tears and tantrums, routine changes and two lots of nappies to change now.
There will be tough days, the rough sleeps, sick children and my bodies aches and pains.
But we will adapt and continually learn from each other. I will deal with my toilet shadows for the next few years. with sharing my food, having my belongings broken and a chaotic house because all of those things come hand in hand with the delicious giggles from my toddler. The contented wind smiles that blossom upon the face of my sleeping newborn and the satisfied sigh at the end of the evening from my husband as he finally pulls his jet fuel soaked work boots off and then leaves them strewn across the lounge room floor.
I have a home and a heart full of love and smiles and understanding.
I’m always there to comfort a cranky baby or an injured toddler.
I’ll juggle the two and my hubby sometimes I’ll complain because I’m human but deep down I’ll always enjoy it because I was born to be a mummy and a wife. And I love it.
Nic
Eli
Fyn
My Everything’s.
