Oh, the things I had forgotten between Baby #1 and Baby #2.
Dress in layers. That way you can simply peel clothes off layer by layer as the baby spits up on them throughout the course of the day. Jacket, sweater, shirt, camisole... if you get that far before you're ready to head home, you'll just have to turn your clothes inside out and start again.
No matter how much the baby sleeps at night, you will sleep less. Because after the baby slips into a nice, cozy "milk drunk", you lie awake listening for the baby's breathing, or waiting for one of those delightful middle-of-the night toxic diapers, or wondering if the "Vaccines Cause Autism" people are right, or trying to calculate how much a college education will cost 18 years from now, or trying to remember where you stashed the last Cadbury chocolate almond bar.
The 20-minute rule. That is, add 20 minutes to everything you need to do. For example, start to leave the house 20 minutes before you actually need to, because on your way out the door you'll remember that you took the car seat out to clean it, and you never put it back in. You'll need every one of those 20 minutes to wrestle the thing back in and hook all of the hooks to the right hook holders.
Frog Bodies. I forgot how difficult it is to dress or diaper a human frog with legs that never straighten out.
How much there is to say about nothing.
Diapers. Bottles. Stain removal. (Someone, please, get me a Wall Street Journal!)
The wonder. I hadn't forgotten it, but the memory had softened. There's nothing like the smell of fresh baby to reframe the day.
Sally Bacchetta - Freelance Writer
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Yes, the memories fade in the course of the day-to-day, and come coursing back with number 2. The main difference with number 2 is that you realize how fleeting time really is, enjoy more, and sweat the small stuff less.
One of my best memories is of number 1 bonding with number 2 by spitting into number 2's mouth while 2 lay helpless on his back in his crib. Laugh? I thought my pants would never dry!
Love to all --
Those early days are like ancient history. My boys are 16 and 20, and my concerns are more about girls, cars and booze than diapers, bottles, and fevers. Still much sleeplessness!
Everyone told me back when they were babies how short the time was when they were little. A baby isn't a baby much after 18 months. A kindergartener is influenced by bus talk in ways you can't imagine. A pre-teen will pull away and pull toward you at the same time (and blame you for almost everything wrong in their lives).
Still it's a wonderful, exhilirating journey that I wouldn't trade in a heartbeat. Enjoy every minute.
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