It was bedtime. My daughter was playing on her bed as I held her baby brother. He started to fuss, and as I turned my attention away from her to soothe him, BAM!
I turned back around and my daughter was screaming. It was the kind of crying where you are so upset you can’t quite catch your breath. She was gasping and crying and clutching her face.
She had tried to climb off the bed using her laundry basket as a slide. It tipped over, launching her face first into the corner of her wooden dresser. By the sound of the hit, I thought for sure we were in for a visit to urgent care for some stitches. Thankfully, she came away with just a bruised, fat lip.
Of course she was upset, but so was I. This seemed to be the perfect physical representation of the feelings I had been having recently transitioning from one kid to two – one kid must suffer for the other to get the attention they need. Up until that moment, I felt I had done an okay job keeping them both fed and alive and semi-happy. Now I was just questioning why I was allowed to be a mother of two at all.
The timing was super convenient, too, since the next day was picture day at her preschool. We would have documented proof forever that I just couldn’t multi-task well enough to keep both my children out of harm’s way.
I guess I’m being rather dramatic, especially since it was a minor injury and her fat lip virtually disappeared overnight. It’s just been super tough transitioning from one kid to two. How on Earth are you supposed to balance breastfeeding a newborn every two hours with a sensitive little one who so very badly wants your attention? When both kids are crying, which one do you attend to first?
I’ll let you know if I ever figure it out.
I’d love to hear your experiences or tips on transitioning to two or more kids. Please leave me a comment!
This is Day 4 of my 30 Day Writing Challenge.
Feel free to join me by writing about a memory of a physical injury.
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