Where do I begin?
For starters, it turns out that kids are all different. You’d think this wouldn’t be much of a revelation being 1 of 6 myself but I certainly underestimated how much Isabel and Oliver would differ even at this stage. Little things like how they bring their wind up (Isabel didn’t, and would suffer a bit but Oliver just stretches and these massive farts echo across the room); the fact that Isabel would only sleep glued to me but Oliver prefers to be slightly apart; Isabel went from feed to feed whereas Oliver will actually sleep for short periods between. These things catch you off guard, just when you think you know what you’re doing.
But then… I think we’re different? And I think about this and can’t help but wonder if the small things are affected by not being a first timer, or whether they’d both be like this even if they had been born the other way around?
Isabel has been a superstar. She took to Oliver immediately, and has been giving him copious kisses and cuddles. She strokes his head while I change his nappy to try and soothe his fussing, and will sit and “read” her stories to him. She says he is her Oliver.
We have had some bumps in the road… the transition from a mixed Mummy & Daddy bedtime to just Daddy has been tough, and has involved some tears (hers and mine). I think it’s frustration that she’s not downstairs with me, rather than being bothered about who reads her stories, but with Oli’s latching issues (more on that another day) and bedtime coinciding with typical cluster feed time, I have no choice but to let Daddy take over. I feel like I’m choosing one child over another and that just tears me in two.
Talking of feeds — I can’t believe that we seem to have got away with only minor jealousy issues. There’ve been a few times she’s wanted a cuddle whilst I’m nursing but no real tantrums, which I had expected.
I know the best, and the worst, is yet to come. I know I have it relatively easy at the minute because Karl is off until the end of next week. But… this parenting two lark? It’s OK.
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