Hi! I started a blog called "Busy Mommy Goose" back in 2011. I posted decently frequently there for a while, but am unable to post to it any longer. Somehow my password for that account isn't working and Google won't allow me to restore it. SOOOO this blog "Busier Mommy Goose" is a continuation of that one. If you want to start there to read all of my old blog posts, visit: "busymommygoose.blogspot.com".
Busier, as I'm now the Mother of two boys! My second son "Squish" was born in July of 2017. So I have a 12 week old and a 6 3/4 year old. (He demands I give him the proper due for the fact that he's not "just 6 Mom", but almost 7. Ha!)
Being a Mom of two is much different than being a Mom of one. People told me that, but it's hard to understand until it happens. There was a pretty significant period of adjustment for all of us once the baby arrived this summer. Goose was so used to it just being the three of us. Over 6 1/2 year so just him and Mom and Dad. He was over the moon to be a big brother, no doubt, but preparing him for the change it would bring to our lives didn't really hit home until baby was here. It was hard for him to not have Mom and Dad's time and attention to play and come see what he was doing at every moment. Our weekends that used to consist of spontaneity and different adventures had to be a lot more scheduled and tame for a bit, as we had a fussy infant at home. There was a lot of "shhhhhh"-ing at first as we were desperate to keep our reflux baby asleep when we could finally get him to nap.
If I'm going to be totally transparent here, and I want to be, the adjustment was probably hardest on me. Don't get me wrong, I loved my new babe from the get go. But beyond the normal hormonal and emotional first few weeks after having a baby, I was wracked with Mom guilt about the change in my time and relationship with my oldest, who has always been my buddy. We've been super close from the get go and have always enjoyed lots of time together. With nursing and new Mom exhaustion taking over my days, I barely had a chance to enjoy some stress free time with my oldest. Our relationship is for sure different now; there is no way a new child in the family doesn't have some effect on a single child/parent dynamic. That doesn't have to be a negative, it's just a hard adjustment for a while. And it meant me accepting that my relationship with my oldest won't be the exact same...it can still be sweet and wonderful, but it can never mirror what is was. Looking at my 12 week old, tears spring to my eyes when I think of how it doesn't seem that long ago that Goose was that age. And now he's a 1st grader! Time passes so quickly- it's a good reminder to enjoy and treasure each moment and each phase, even the difficult times. They will be gone and just a memory before we know it!
Alright, enough weepy talk for the day.
Busier, as I'm now the Mother of two boys! My second son "Squish" was born in July of 2017. So I have a 12 week old and a 6 3/4 year old. (He demands I give him the proper due for the fact that he's not "just 6 Mom", but almost 7. Ha!)
Being a Mom of two is much different than being a Mom of one. People told me that, but it's hard to understand until it happens. There was a pretty significant period of adjustment for all of us once the baby arrived this summer. Goose was so used to it just being the three of us. Over 6 1/2 year so just him and Mom and Dad. He was over the moon to be a big brother, no doubt, but preparing him for the change it would bring to our lives didn't really hit home until baby was here. It was hard for him to not have Mom and Dad's time and attention to play and come see what he was doing at every moment. Our weekends that used to consist of spontaneity and different adventures had to be a lot more scheduled and tame for a bit, as we had a fussy infant at home. There was a lot of "shhhhhh"-ing at first as we were desperate to keep our reflux baby asleep when we could finally get him to nap.
If I'm going to be totally transparent here, and I want to be, the adjustment was probably hardest on me. Don't get me wrong, I loved my new babe from the get go. But beyond the normal hormonal and emotional first few weeks after having a baby, I was wracked with Mom guilt about the change in my time and relationship with my oldest, who has always been my buddy. We've been super close from the get go and have always enjoyed lots of time together. With nursing and new Mom exhaustion taking over my days, I barely had a chance to enjoy some stress free time with my oldest. Our relationship is for sure different now; there is no way a new child in the family doesn't have some effect on a single child/parent dynamic. That doesn't have to be a negative, it's just a hard adjustment for a while. And it meant me accepting that my relationship with my oldest won't be the exact same...it can still be sweet and wonderful, but it can never mirror what is was. Looking at my 12 week old, tears spring to my eyes when I think of how it doesn't seem that long ago that Goose was that age. And now he's a 1st grader! Time passes so quickly- it's a good reminder to enjoy and treasure each moment and each phase, even the difficult times. They will be gone and just a memory before we know it!
Alright, enough weepy talk for the day.
