It didn’t take long for Myer to figure out that when mommy is feeding the baby, she can’t stop him from doing naughty things. My patience has been tried and tested, and has, in a few million instances, FAILED MISERABLY.
I spent the first couple of days home from the hospital feeling weighed down because I was having so many negative thoughts towards my two year old. My head sounded like this:
“Myer is such a brat! I can’t even LOOK at him right now!!”
Followed closely by:
“What kind of a mother would feel these things towards her child?! You’re already dropping the ball, maybe you really can’t do this.”
These thoughts played on repeat in my brain until I was a fragile, crumbly mess.
But then, I remembered some advice I had heard a long time ago about bringing a new baby home and having an older child (or children) act out.
YOU PUT THE BABY DOWN.
You put the baby down as soon as your older kid’s behavior has reached a point where you need to act, and you take care of the situation. You discipline. With the same firmness and resolve you would have if you didn’t have a newborn in your arms.
Your baby will probably cry.
It’s really not the end of the world.
You show your older children that they can not walk all over you, and then you go pick the baby back up again and continue nursing/soothing/smooching the wee one.
After I remembered that advice, I felt like my world turned right side up again. I felt like I had a PLAN, and that was all that I needed to feel like I could manage and survive all these boys at once.
Of course, my mommy is here for now and is helping a TON with Myer & Ezra, but I still feel okay, because I know that when she leaves and it’s just me and these boys, I’ll know how to react! Phew!
Truman is still sleeping all day and night and hardly making a peep. I keep forgetting he’s here! I have to wake him up to feed him every three or four hours, otherwise he would be sleeping right through his feeding times. Crazy babe. He weighed seven pounds at his doctor’s visit on Thursday, so he’s only down three ounces from his birth weight, so I’m not too worried.
The boys are sweetness together, and Myer is getting better and better with Truman every day:
And these boys are pretty sweet too:
Yep. It’s sweetness central up in here. I’m a VERY blessed (and extremely outnumbered) woman. :)