It seems like you always hear people talk about how incredibly difficult the transition from one to two children is, but I didn’t find it to be all that problematic. The transition was very smooth and I kept waiting for the “Just You Wait” bomb to drop on my head, but it just never did.
In preparing myself for this third baby, however, I am feeling a wee bit anxious. I can not even stress to you all enough how NICE it was having a four year old by the time our second child came along. Ezra was potty trained! He was in preschool three days a week! He slept all night long with no interruptions! And he knew how to entertain himself well, playing with toys or computer games when I had my hands full with witty bitty Myer! It was GREAT. Peaceful, even.
But when I think of this new baby coming in just four short months, I can’t help but feel that the “Just You Wait” bomb that I somehow avoided the first time around is on it’s way- and right on target.
I am not naturally an anxious person, so this thought of “what is this going to BE like- a two year old AND a squeaky newborn at the same time??” feels like a weight that just won’t go away, and probably won’t go away until I am standing knee deep in the reality of it all.
Maybe everything will go smoothly again and all these fallout drills are for nothing!
I am a firm believer that your attitude can ultimately shape your experiences- meaning that if you enter into a situation with tons of expected anxiety and stress, your experience is more than likely going to be… stressful and full of anxiety! But if you enter into things with an attitude that believes the best until proven wrong, and even then is committed to just letting things go when there is no use clinging to them like deflated lifeboats, you are more likely to have a good experience.
So… basically… now I’ve gotten myself into this pickle of being all worried about BEING WORRIED and the subsequent WORRY that it will likely cause in the future.
Welcome to my head.
Tis’ a silly place.
I think what I need is a good, old fashioned pep-talkin’ to get my thoughts out of this worry-go-round.
So, tell me, all of you out there with kids who were a mere two years apart: How dost one surviveth? Is this worry largely unwarranted?