Thinking about Two
Guess who turned two this week?
You know who.
I know all parents say this, but it really is crazy how fast the years go by. It really doesn’t seem like that long ago that we were bringing her home for the first time:
…and now she’s a walking (running), talking (sassing) two-year old. I’m excited about two. She’s already started testing her limits more and more, and definitely frustrates us on a daily basis. But, at the same time, she’s like a little sponge at this age—soaking up new information, spitting out new phrases left and right—she’s become our little parrot! Two days into it, two is fun in ways that babyhood never was. I’ve always been up front about not loving the infant stage, so crazy as it might sound, I have high hopes for toddlerhood.
Of course, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Lila seems to be going through some sort of a sleep regression—after months (years?) of sleeping peacefully through the night, she’s started waking a few times a night over the past month or so—screaming out for her pacifier, asking to be rocked, and—this morning at 5:50—asking to be sung to. Puff Dragon and the Winnie the Pooh theme songs are common requests, which is cute, but not in the middle of the night (or before dawn).
We got her a night light which has helped some. I think it’s mostly just a bit of good old-fashioned separation anxiety. Plus, they say that kids can start having nightmares more at this age, and I do think that sometimes she wakes up in the dark, can’t find her paci, and just freaks out. Thus, the night light.
Still, it’s frustrating. One week, she woke up three nights in a row, and I thought—we haven’t had to deal with this crap since she was an infant! It’s hard when you think that you’ve worked through something, only to have it resurface again.
In addition to Lila turning two, we’re thinking about two in other ways—two kids. We’ve always talked about spacing our kids out by about 3 years…which means that with Lila turning two, trying for a second baby is right around the corner. Honestly, my thoughts on having a second kid are more complicated than I thought they’d be. I never thought I’d only want one kid. I love having a sibling, and I think it’s something that is…well, I guess I think it’s good for kids. I’m not trying to dis only children, because I know some great ones, and obviously the choice of how many children to have (if any) is one that each parent must decide completely on their own. But with a sibling, you learn how to share. You learn that the world doesn’t always revolve around you. Plus, you have someone to commiserate with and scheme with and laugh with, and when your parents get older, you don’t have to bear that brunt all on your own.
Lila is just so god-damned easy these days. I mean, yeah, she throws fits, and yeah, we have our moments—but compared to the struggle we went through with a newborn? It’s nothing. Lila naps for 2-3 hours a day. She’s on a regular schedule most days. She’s a happy kid. Plainly put, while I would never say that Lila was an easy baby (hello, bouncing her on the ball with the hairdryer going for hours at a time!), she is a pretty easy kid. We love her. We’re having so much fun with her. And so, a part of me thinks—why mess with a great thing? Why ask for more?
Of course, we will. Or at least, we’ll try. Not wanting to return to the hell of the first three months of having a baby isn’t enough to deter me from what comes next—the smiles, the giggles, all of the first moments. I know more than ever now how short the baby phase is—and lest you think I was a miserable shrew during that entire time, let me be clear that there were some things that I loved about infanthood. You really just can’t beat a baby, drunk on milk, passed out on your chest. #scientificfact Plus, a part of me wonders how much of our rough first three months was just the difficulty of a first baby. I’ve heard my friends with 2 or more say again and again that everything is so much different (and usually easier) the second time around.
Any words of wisdom for me on going for number two? Or for the “terrible” twos?