The Transition From One Child to Two

You hear it a lot: when a mother of one becomes pregnant with her second child, often her biggest fear is how will she possibly have enough love for both her children? For me, this was never a question of doubt. I knew I had more than enough love to give two children. Instead, I worried about how I was going to manage a newborn baby and a toddler at the same time. I touched on it briefly in this post, but Sully was a pretty high maintenance baby, requiring me to hold him for pretty much the first year of his life. Of course, as he became more mobile, he tolerated being put down, but the only way I could get him to nap was by holding him or driving around in my car. So in my mind, as I was preparing for baby #2 to come along, I envisioned a second child requiring just as much of my undivided attention and both of my hands. And all I could think of was "HOW?!" How will I cope both physically and mentally with a needy newborn and a demanding toddler?

So that was my biggest fear. We only know what we know, and so for me, I assumed my second baby would be just like my first.

{elephant pyjamas c/o Finn + Emma}

Then Emmy was born. And from that very first day, I knew she was different than her brother. She was quiet and calm, only becoming fussy when she was hungry. I don't think we heard her actually cry until a few weeks after she came home. She literally, ate, pooped and slept. I think of all the times, during Sully's first year of life, where I would hear other mother's bragging about the 3+ hour naps their newborns would take (NOT in their arms) and I would be torn between feeling absolutely jealous and thinking they were big fat liars. I couldn't even fathom what that would be like it was so far from my reality.

I don't for a second regret all those hundreds of hours I spent holding him. Those are some of the best memories I have. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't, at the time, also resent all those "lost" hours. Hours I felt I should be doing something more important - like cleaning, or laundry, or showering, or making dinner. Of course, hindsight is 20/20, and I realize now that there was nothing more important at the time and I wouldn't trade those hours spent snuggling my son for anything.

Emmy on the other hand, has been a great sleeper since day one. She still sleeps a great deal, both in my arms when I'm able to hold her, or in one of the many baby seats/swings we have around the house. She's pretty content all of the time, and when she isn't, it doesn't take much to soothe her. She loves being in the car and I can take her places knowing she will most likely sleep through it all. She has made the transition from one child to two, incredibly easy for me.

Of course, my transition wasn't the only one in question here. The transition for Sully from only child to older brother was tough at first. I wasn't naive about it, I knew to expect "the worst" and that jealously and an increase in temper tantrums would most likely ensue, but I think a big part of me hoped he would welcome his sister with open arms and that her sudden presence in our family wouldn't be an issue.

When Sully first came to visit us in the hospital after Emmy was born, he was pretty smitten with her, which made me think that he truly was going to be okay with not being the only child. But then we came home and I realized just how much this was going to rock his world. The first two weeks were the toughest and thankfully Jim was home during that time with us. There was a lot of crying, from both Sully and myself, a lot of meltdowns over absolutely nothing, and a lot of jealousy. For those first two weeks, the first thing Sully would say to me when I came downstairs with the baby was "Put the baby in daddy's hands!". I did my best to give Sully one on one time with just me, without the distraction of a nursing baby, and I made sure to do my best at keeping some of his routines intact, such as his bedtime one.

{elephant safari pyjamas c/o Finn + Emma}

Thankfully, all transitions are temporary. Navigating your new role in a new family dynamic is tough, especially for an almost three year old who is still learning how to express his feelings. I can honestly say now though, that Sully adores his baby sister and rarely shows any jealousy. He hugs and kisses her all the time, asks where she is if she's in another room sleeping, tends to her if she's crying (gives her her soother back), asks to hold her and has even given her a bottle. The incredible, overwhelming feeling of love I get when I see how much he loves her is hard to explain. It's pure and honest, as only a three year old knows, and I couldn't love my children anymore if I tried.

And as much as I often wish I could freeze time in these early, tender years, I'm also excited to watch these two grow up together and hopefully become the best of friends. This is only the beginning. And who says you can't dress your son and daughter in matching clothes? ;) It will be a sad day when I have to pack up these super soft, organic cotton pyjamas from Finn + Emma.


Parents - how was your transition from one child to two (or more)? 

Was it easier or harder than you expected?

*Elephant Safari Pajamas c/o Finn + Emma, but as always, all thoughts and reviews expressed are my own. 

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My Breastfeeding Journey

My breastfeeding journey went nothing like I ever expected. Going into my pregnancy and then motherhood, I knew that I wanted to breastfeed and would do whatever was in my power to make it happen. As someone who grew up with IBD and Ulcerative colitis, it was really important to me to exclusively breastfeed for at least the first six months. While the research isn't entirely conclusive, I felt strongly that I needed to do what I could to positively effect my baby's immune system. (This doesn't mean I'm anti-formula, or anything like that, it just means that in my situation, I was going to breastfeed no matter what it took.)

First of all, breastfeeding is hard. And painful! At least at the beginning, anyway. Everything the books and learning materials tell you about breastfeeding is wrong! Your baby isn't born and just naturally latches and nurses away and all is right with the world. It's so much more complicated than that, and manoeuvring your itty bitty newborn into the correct position to properly nurse definitely didn't come "naturally" to me. I mean, I had an idea of what I was supposed to do, but it's not like I had any experience with it. And add to that, extreme exhaustion, pain from childbirth, a revolving door of visitors and nurses, and a feeling of "what the hell am I doing?!", breastfeeding was very overwhelming in those early hours and days.

Luckily, we did get the hang of it quite easily, but I still was not prepared for the pain. Everyone always says, if you're nursing properly, it shouldn't hurt. Well, I call bullshit on that! How can this possibly NOT hurt? Your beautiful, hidden away nipples, are all of a sudden a 24/7 all you can eat buffet for a ravenous little human being. In those first few weeks, you're lucky if you get an hour or two in between feedings. That is not enough time for your nipples to heal. I remember nursing on the couch, gritting my teeth and holding my breath when I would latch Sully. I would wiggle my toes to get through those first few seconds of suckling, and then the pain would slowly dissipate. I didn't want to put a shirt or bra back on in between nursing sessions because my nipples felt like they were on fire. Seriously, there is nothing in you life that prepares you for someone being so hard on your tender breasts, so it's no wonder it hurt!

Eventually, the pain does go away all together, and nursing, for us, did turn into a beautiful, calm experience. I don't remember when that exactly happened (after the first month maybe?), but one day you realize, "hey! This doesn't hurt anymore!".

Those first few months, you feel like all you do is nurse, because all you are doing is nursing. And I'm not even exaggerating. On a good day, with set up, nursing would take about an hour (20-30 minutes each side). But on a bad day, i.e., a cluster feeding day, I would literally nurse for hours with barely a pee break. Sometimes I miss those days of setting up camp on the couch with my baby, my snacks, and a show on Netflix. Sully was always a frequent nurser though and even as he got older, it was tough to go more than 2 hours between sessions.

I always felt confident that I was producing enough milk to feed my baby, but I definitely wasn't an over producer. My breasts never leaked, save for a few mornings when I had woken up and it had been several hours since Sully's last feed, and I was one of those lucky few who never had to wear nursing pads in their bra. I was also a terrible pumper and it would take me a good 40 minutes to get an ounce of breast milk from each side. So naturally, I despised pumping. (In hindsight, maybe I had the wrong size of shield for my breast pump? Something I will consider should we have another child in the future).

Anyway, pumping and I were not friends. I had to pump days in advance if I knew I was going to need a bottle for Sully. I took Motilium to increase breast production with some effect, and I tried fenugreek as well. I even took my paediatrician's advice and started having half a glass of Guinness beer an hour before nursing to increase production! I ate oatmeal everyday for breakfast. I did what I could to increase my milk production, but for the most part, I still remained a crappy pumper.

Since my goal with breastfeeding was to make it to the 6-month mark, I was clearly happy once we hit that milestone. From there, I aimed to make it to 9-months. That goal also came, and so then I said, "ok, let's shoot for one year!". Around the 10-month mark Sully seemed to lose some interest in nursing and became easily distracted. I wasn't confident that we would make it to one year. Around this time, he also started refusing bottles and it was a miracle if he would drink one if I was out.

Once we hit the 12-month mark, I knew that I wanted to take Sully's lead. Since I wasn't returning to work, I didn't need to worry about weaning him. I loved breastfeeding by this point - it was easy, convenient and quick - and I was hopeful that he would continue for at least a few more months.

When Sully was about 14 and a half months old, he was still breastfeeding 3-4x per day and wasn't interested in any other form of milk/milk products/formula, not even pumped breast milk. At this point, I even tried milk in a straw and cup and he still wasn't interested. Some days I really just wanted a break and I went through a love/hate period with breastfeeding and almost threw in the towel. This was also around the time that I went to NYC for a whole week without him. I pumped my little heart out for a month leading up to the trip, thinking that if I wasn't there and he had no choice, he would at least accept my breast milk from a bottle. I also bought a big can of formula and some hemp milk (high in protein) for other options. And guess what happened? My little nursing fiend refused any and all milk/milk products the entire time I was gone. He wasn't upset about it, he just wasn't interested. Go figure.

I pumped for the first two days while I was gone to try and keep up what supply I had, but I quickly lost interest in that, not to mention I didn't really have the time for it. And when I returned home, Sully easily resumed nursing! He had to work at it for a few days to get my milk supply back (it wasn't completely dried up), but it was like no time had passed. I had told myself while I was away that I would be ok if our nursing journey was over when I got back home, but when he made it clear he wanted to continue nursing, I was actually really glad.

The rest of the year, I just followed his lead. We mostly nursed in the morning and at bedtime, with the occasional nap time feed. Feeds were short, but I treasured all of them and all of the extra snuggles I got because of them. If I happened to not be home for bedtime, then Sully easily went to bed without nursing or a bottle. He still remains indifferent to milk to this day. He will drink a small glass of milk most days, but it's definitely not a staple and it doesn't worry me one bit.

Over the past two months, we were nursing less and less, but I didn't refuse him if he wanted it. Bedtime sessions were the first to go as Jim often puts Sully to bed. Morning ones took a bit longer to wean, but eventually he just stopped asking and I stopped offering. And that basically brings us to present day. I can now say that we are officially done nursing as the last time Sully nursed was the morning of March 14.

I never imagined I would nurse my child till after he was two years old, but then again, you just don't know how some things are going to play out once you actually have a baby. I feel really good about our nursing journey and the decisions I made, and I'm not sad at all that it's over now. I feel incredibly fortunate that we were able to nurse for as long as we did. Sully will never remember this time we had together - where it was just the two of us, just a momma and her baby, feeding and bonding without a care in the world - but it's a memory that I will forever hold close in my heart and continue to be grateful for.