2 under 2

Well here comes that guilt ...... I can't believe it's been close to a year since I last updated my blog.

In the past year I have struggled through sleepless nights, emergency waiting rooms, long mornings waiting for garbage trucks to arrive, play dates at parks, lakes, play centres and friends houses.






I have seen first steps, witnessed first smiles and heard first words and giggles.





I have tamed tantrums, negotiated dinner rules and suffered through seemingly endless episodes of Pepper Pig.




I've kissed new born lips and cut knees, I've wiped blood from cuts and boogers from noses.




I have returned to work full time. I have been a mother to 2 under 2 and I have lived to write this post.




As I read all of this back I realise it sounds very narcissistic or egotistical, like in someway that I honestly believe I'm some sort of super hero mother and deserve an award. I am not. I haven't yet mentioned the times I left my children screaming to sob in the bathroom for a few minutes alone because if I didn't I was afraid of what I might do or say to them.




I haven't mentioned that for the first few months after Zoe was born I used dry-shampoo almost daily to mask the fact I hadn't had time to wash my hair for a week, and lets not get started on the way I dressed to hide the weight that I was too lazy to lose.





I haven't mentioned that despite all the warnings I let her sleep on her tummy or in her car capsule purely so that my poor reflux baby would sleep, that I took her week in and week out to an osteopath to try to avoid having to give her medication to help her sleep comfortably without tummy pains.






I haven't mentioned that it took Cooper 6 months to toilet train because I had no idea what I was doing, didn't trust my gut instinct and was pressured into starting him too early.








2 under 2 is so many things. It's chaotic, challenging, hard and sometimes hopeless. It's magical, beautiful, rewarding and fun. It's the love and bond between siblings growing and learning together that people go back to have a third. It's what dreams are made of.








I don't know why I'm writing it all down now, maybe it's so that when I look back on it I'll remember the good and the bad, and that maybe it'll help me get through the years ahead. I do know that no first year in a baby's life are similar despite following the same routines and reading the same parenting books. Zoe and Cooper's first 12 months of life could not have been more different from one another. Parenting is a constant guessing game. The rules constantly change, what might be good for one may be totally the opposite for the other. I just hope that despite the differences in the end both of my babies turn out to be caring and confident children.