Ever since announcing that I was pregnant with our second son the questions have been coming from all directions — “Was this planned?”, “Did you want to have children this close together?”, “How are you going to do that with DrH working so much?”, “How many children do you want to have?”
To answer the, quite forward from some, questions — he was not, not planned, we are open to having our children when we are blessed to have them. And in terms of how I’m going to do it with DrH working so much… well my feeling was I would figure it out when it happened. I mean really, isn’t parenting always like that anyway?
Luke was born when Andrew was 17.5 months old. To make things really fun, both Andrew and I were sick leading up to when Luke was born. No one had been sleeping well and DrH was on-call for what seemed like non-stop. The night/early morning my water broke, Andrew had woken up crying and I waddled my way to his room to hold him. At this point I was 38 weeks pregnant and Andrew was a BIG toddler. I held him on top of the bump for a while (as I struggled to breathe) until he fell asleep. I put him in his crib and went back to bed. About two hours later… SURPRISE! Luke was ready to enter the world. Luckily, DrH was actually at home when my water broke, which was a concern I had leading up to that point.
That night was perfect foreshadowing for what was to come when you have two small humans under one roof- Someone ALWAYS needs you.
And the questions have continued… I think though on this side of things people are trying to make sure I am still alive and not buried under spit-up & poop. I think the toughest questions I got were from my brother, who is about to welcome his second child in a couple of months. He asked me what it has been like having a second child and how I am doing it. I think he was asking truly to get my thoughts since he will be living it very soon. And I have to say, I was useless. I had no real answers for him. If I remember correctly I just looked at him and said: ” Umm, well I just do it. And I feel like Luke has been here and part of the family always, you just adjust.” Pretty sure he was looking for what he would normally get from me in any other situation… a list of steps and process.
The truth of the matter is, two under two with a surgical resident as a spouse is like what I imagine parenting in general is like– really hard at times, exhausting, but oh so rewarding. Everyone’s “pain tolerance” for lack of a better phrase is different, but the challenges and joys are often similar.
My joy for the day — both boys are sleeping at the same time. Hello- what? Yes, it did happen, which is why I was able to write this. It is a miracle.
And now here is one of the sweetest things you will see… brotherly love ❤