4 Ways I’m a Totally Different Mom with My Second Baby
It wasn't a surprise to find that my second pregnancy was completely different than my first pregnancy. Let's face it: I was chasing a toddler this time. It was bound to be a little more complicated than when I sat around all day and got pedicures once a week with my first bump.
What has been surprising are all the ways that I'm a different mother to my second child, and by different, I mean totally chill.
Honestly, I'm not saying that I don't worry about my son's safety because I do. Believe me, you don't watch your child go through three major surgeries before he turns 4 months old and not become a little over-protective.
However, barring anything totally dangerous, I knew he wasn't going to break in half. With our daughter, I think we had the entire house baby-proofed by the time she was 3 months old. She was still mastering rolling over, but we had that cabinet under the kitchen sink on lockdown!
Fast forward to now, and not a single stitch of the house has been baby-proofed. Instead, I just shoved all the furniture in the living room together and made my own baby jail. Cheaper than a baby gate, and now I'm closer to the television.
With my daughter, she wore matching pajamas to bed every single night, and every morning, I would wake up, fling open her uber-organized closet, and agonize over what outfit she was going to wear. Sometimes at lunch, I would change her into a second outfit, just because I wanted to take more pictures.
Yes, I was creating extra laundry for myself. This time around, the baby sleeps in whatever top and bottom I grab for him, matching or not (95% of the time not), and I actually avoid putting pants on either of them if I can help it, because that's just one more thing I have to wash. Oh, and there is no closet organization anymore: the clean, folded clothes pretty much just sit on top of the now-defunct changing table until I need to do laundry again.
With our daughter, I meticulously lined up all of her toys after she went to bed for the night, organizing everything and making it all look neat and tidy. I'll admit to even taking pictures of this ridiculousness and posting it on Facebook with a caption that read something like “All of Sydney's toys are ready and waiting for her to wake up!”
I know, I know, I was annoying.
Now? The only reason I pick up the toys and throw them into a completely chaotic bin at night is so that I can walk through the living room to get to the happy coffee without killing myself in the morning.
This one has been hard because my son is behind due to some medical issues he was born with, so I do pay attention to his development. However, I don't obsess about it to nearly the extent I did with my daughter. I pored over and studied those recommended guides for each birth month and would have a panic attack if she seemed to be behind.
With my son, I watch him and give him some breathing room. Some babies are fast paced, while others pick things up later, and my kiddos just happen to be late bloomers.
As much as this would have you believe I'm a relaxed and patient mom, I still worry and dote on both my kids probably more than I should, but it has been funny to see what I've loosened up about this second go-around.
Are you a different mom the second time around? Share your experience in the comments.