31 Weeks

I have a long list of fears associated with becoming a mother to two and they are compounding one on top of each other in my mind this week. I feel the urge to put them down on virtual paper to expose my vulnerabilities so I can more effectively deal with them and move on. I’ve been more emotional/on edge this week and I think these fears are to blame. So here are the top six that have been floating through my mind these days (listed in no particular order):
1. Energy. Will I have the energy to be the mom I want to be? I’m already anxious about returning to work and that’s not happening for quite some time. I worry about waking up “X” amount of times during the night to breastfeed, getting up at 5am, working (and working hard mind you) on my feet for 12 hours, coming home and eating dinner at 8:30 pm, and having the energy to either do it again the next day or mother a toddler and a relatively newborn baby the next day. I’m exhausted just thinking about it.
I’ve had so much time to spend with Hooper these past weeks. We’ve gone to the zoo, park, play dates, beach, and even Hawaii. We’ve had breakfast dates and picnics in the backyard. If I’m tired, I nap when he naps and we both wake up refreshed. Throw working full time and another baby into the mix and I’m haunted by the possibility of not being able to be the mom I want to be and know I can be. It’s got me pretty torn and emotional these days.
2. Breastfeeding. I know now what I’m up against and that’s good and bad. Good because I know the challenge that awaits and bad because even under the best of circumstances it is nothing short of a challenge. I’m fully dedicated and I place very high standards on myself, which makes it even more difficult because I really give myself no other option than to breastfeed. The dreamy part of me fantasizes about even going past the 12 month mark this time, but I’ll see where I’m at when I get there. I had a lot of supply issues the first time around that forced me to ween about that time, which really was a gift from above because I was more than ready to have my ta-tas back to myself.
Hooper took forever on the boob for the first three months. I’d watch half a movie before he was done breastfeeding in a single session. I’m trying to imagine how that’s going to work with Hooper climbing on top of the kitchen table or potty training or any of the other constant interruptions that require my full attention. I imagine many interrupted breastfeeding sessions which inevitably will lead to those oh-so-painful clogged milk ducts which require warm baths and relaxation and well… you know my response to that: ya freakin’ right. ::deep breaths::
3. Attention. Sometimes I feel like the Giving Tree, which I shared in my Mother’s Day post yesterday. It’s about a tree who gives everything to this little boy. The boy eats his apples until there are no apples left and uses his branches until all the branches are gone and eventually the boy gets older and all that’s left of the tree is the stump. The old man then uses the stump to sit on. So yes, sometimes I feel like the giving tree. I worry that I will be spread so thin trying to be the best mom to two children and the best wife and in the midst of trying to find the time to still care for myself,  I worry that, I too, will be nothing but a tree stump for others to sit on.
4. Getting out. This one is less of a fear than the others because I realize this as being more temporary than the other worries I’ve shared. Nonetheless, I’m trying to imagine doing something simple like going to the grocery store with both of my little munchkins. For starters, the car seat will take up the space where I normally sit and strap Hooper which means Hooper will have to walk. Sure, he’s fully capable of walking. Walking is not the issue. It’s the keeping-his-hands to himself that will be an issue. I’m imagining apples coming tumbling down one after another and tomato sauce containers crashing to the ground spreading glass and tomato sauce everywhere. With more access to things, I imagine more tantrums when he can’t have what he wants. I’m imagining chaos and then I’m imagining the solution being to remain at home and wait it all out, regardless of a potentially empty fridge and grumbling tummies. Maybe I’ll start a vegetable garden outside. Ha! See, I’m trying to think positively. I’ll stop here. I won’t even mention going out to eat as a family or taking a plane ride anywhere or even going for a walk with the dog.
5. Time to Blog. This one sounds silly in comparison to the others, right? But really, this blog has become very dear to me. It takes care of my unyielding urge to document and is a wonderful venue for me unleash whatever emotions come up. I feel better, for example, just by writing this post. When I’m away from writing for any length of time I have the same feeling as having a sink full of dirty dishes. This little corner of mine here on the worldwide web has become a way to unload and a way to display all I love and cherish. It also warms my heart to relate to other moms who share my same love and struggles with motherhood. Everyone tells me I won’t have time to do things like blog and I’m determined to prove them wrong. But I’m also determined to breastfeed and be the best mom and the best wife… I’m determined to do a lot. I just hope I’m not setting myself up for disappointment by placing too many expectations on myself.
6. Losing my hair. Yup, in the midst of trying to handle, rearrange, and accept everything on your plate, the post-pregnancy hormones do you no favors. When Hooper was about 4 or 5 months I started losing hair around my hairline by the handful. About a month or so later I started to notice what Willy and I referred to as “grow backs”, little sprouting hairs starting to return. It was bittersweet. Sweet to have the hairs coming back, bitter to have little antennas sticking out everywhere. Today, a year or so later my “grow backs” are about bang length. Anything beats the bald look, really. So yes, on top of everything, I’m worried about my hair falling out. Hopefully I’m not pulling it out myself. Ha!

 

So there you have it. I would love to hear from others who have shared similar fears and how they dealt with them effectively. In the meantime, I’m trying to remind myself that my way of dealing with impending change is to build it up to be the worst case scenario. That way I tend to be pleasantly surprised when things aren’t as hard as I imagined them to be.
Hope everyone had a wonderful Mother’s Day. I’ll share a recap of our lovely Sunday within the next few days. And many congrats to my friend Lisa who birthed her second beautiful baby on Mother’s Day.

10 Responses

  • Haven’t been there myself, obviously, but I can imagine that all your worries are very normal and valid. Having two little ones WILL be a challenge, but I have no doubt that you will develop a brand new routine. You’re so creative and organized and, yes, you’re too hard on yourself. You will figure it out, one day at a time. Or you will call me crying. Whatever works.

  • Getting out was one of my fears… I was very determined to not be stuck in the house ever!! For grocery shopping, all I did was wear the baby in one of those carriers… and he’d sleep the entire time, and as long as i went at snack time, it kept hands in the cart since he was too busy to try and grab things. I think it’s harder now that both of them want their own “shoppers in training” carts!! It’s really not that hard, i wish you luck! I had to leave the house at least once a day, for my own sanity. As for time, it’ll be hard the first couple months I’m sure, But I kept reminding myself it’s only temporary! Finally when I was lucky enough for them to nap at the same time, I got to choose what was the most important on the priority list… shower, housecleaning, or nap. I know before the baby is born it’s anxiety not knowing what to expect… it’s really not that bad. It wont be very easy, it will be frustrating, but it’s not impossible. I would just say that try to have your house totally baby proofed.. which you probably already do.. that way when you are breastfeeding and hooper is getting into things, it wont be that bad. I never breast fed, and gianni wasn’t walking yet when i had nico, he’s probably at the age you can put a disney movie, or cartoon on, and maybe he’ll stay distracted for a few. I hope you find time for your blogs… it’s always good to have something that keeps you sane. Anyways.. good luck!!

    • Thank you for making it all seem possible. I have to keep reminding myself that it’s all temporary… Anyway, I appreciate your thoughtful response.

  • i had my second when the first was 20 months, i think that the key is finding a routine that works for you guys. i was also afraid of not getting out EVER but even going for little walks helps you and the kiddos. i would still go to the store and meet for playdates having a good carrier really helps. at first i couldn’t let my oldest out of the cart at the store because she would just dart as quickly as possible so she got to sit in the cart while i held the little one wrapped up in a moby. now that she is 3 i give her the option of walking but if all else fails i stick her in the big compartment of the grocery cart and avoid big shopping trips with them. i think the “giving tree” feeling will be there until they’re a little more self sufficient i still feel that way! hahaa! prioritizing is key, for a while i felt that i sucked at everything because i was trying to do everything which is impossible (maybe its just me?) so i started focusing on being the mom i want to be and the house and everything else dont take priority over the kiddos. but it’s no walk in the park. i’m sure you will figure what works for you. love your blog by the way. 🙂

    • Thank you for your kind words. Just checked out your blog and you and your girls are adorable! 🙂 I’m feeling much better already. Having my fears written down in one place definitely helps me move past them. It won’t be a walk in the park at first, but like most things with parenting I need to remind myself that it’s all temporary! In any case, thanks for you advice and support. It’s so appreciated.

  • Reading this makes me feel so much better. Your thoughts/fears are the same as mine were. Some people told me it’s so difficult, others told me it wasn’t nearly as difficult as they thought it would be. I think the harder you expect it to be, the more relieved you’ll be when the time comes and you realize you’re over prepared. Prepare for the worst hope for the best?
    I sit grant in the basket part of the shopping cart while brooks’s infant seat goes up in the child seat near the handle. Seems to be working ok so far, although space for the groceries is limited.
    Re hairloss, mine is falling out again in month three postpartum, just as my hair was starting to look normal again after balding along the hairline last time. And hormonal breakouts aren’t doing me any favors. What we do for the babes. A little comfort-you notice it more than anyone else does. 🙂
    Moving home to sherman oaks in a few weeks. Let’s be in touch! Hope your last few weeks of pregnancy aren’t too uncomfortable.

    • Yes, I totally believe in over-preparing…. prepare for the worst, hope for the best. People have told me not to worry, but it’s just my way of handling things that has worked. I know it won’t be as bad as I’m thinking it will, lots of people out there make it work. And your right, I pointed out my hairloss to my family over and over and they never noticed… or so they say… but you’re right, we notice it more than anyone else. Thanks for your comforting words of encouragement and truth 🙂

        • hahahaha, i think you were right the first time… you said, ” i sit grant” but either way, it’d be pretty cool if they could push us around. lol.

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