Monday, January 21, 2013

My First Week Alone

This past week was my first true week being on my own with both the boys. I was insanely spoiled by having my mom and dad help out the weeks prior. Due to the c-section I was really unable to pick up Ethan until now so I did require the help. I am so glad it all worked out the way it did though. It thankfully provided me with some very special alone time with Jackson that I will never forget. 

I was terrified about how things would go by myself. I, of course, envisioned the worst because well...that's just how I do things. And as always, I was pleasantly surprised with how things actually turned out. It was by no means perfect, we certainly had our lows, but it didn't end up with all three of us in tears as I had envisioned.

I learned several things my first week...

  1. Showers are extremely hard to come by, but after being spit up on multiple times a day, they are necessary.
  2. Losing weight should not be an issue this time as I have zero time to actually sit down during the day anymore let alone eat.
  3. Housework is going to require pulling night shifts.
  4. My washer and dryer will constantly be running from now on. I've never experienced so many dirty clothes in my life.
  5. The toddler will always pitch a throw down on the floor tantrum as we are heading out the door thus making us late even if we started out being an unheard of 20 minutes early.
And most importantly...

Patience is a virtue.

Patience is a virtue.

Patience is a virtue.

Having two turns life into crisis management (I'm sure mothers of 3+ are laughing their heads off right now). There is always some kind of issue going on and my job is to put out the biggest fire first. The toddler burns fast and furious, the baby is more of a slow and steady flame. I hate to say it, but I've learned it's better to handle the toddler first then answer the babies cries. It hurts me to have to choose one's needs over the other, but I think that's just the nature of the beast.

There was a time this week when both boys were crying inconsolably and I was having to rush back and forth from one to another. In that moment, I could have lost it and burst into tears making my previous vision of us all three crying at the same time come to a reality, but I had one of those out of body experiences where you can just see it all going down from afar and I had to laugh at the calamity of it all. There was nothing more I could do. I was doing all I could and that was all that mattered. I survived that moment. It was the pivotal moment when I knew that I would make it out okay. Of course there will be missteps, of course there will be tears at some point, but I'll make it. 

I'll learn. I'll adapt. After all, being a mother is all about rolling with the punches. 


  1. Laura, sounds like you are doing great! I'm glad you were able to have that time with Jackson, it must have been so sweet. I have no doubt you'll get your routine down pat and rock this mom of two thing :)

  2. I have been exactly there. Ahead of the game, so excited to get out of the house and then HUGE meltdown that prevents us from leaving. That has gotten a LOT better in the past month or two, so it does get better. Patience is so hard but completely required for 2-3 year olds!

    Yes, laundry and dishes are out of control as a family of four! I've never ran my dishwasher as much!!

  3. Loved this! I don't know how I will be on time ever again!

  4. Numbers 1-5...hit the nail on the head! I KNOW mother's of 3+ laugh at us, but hey...we will get there! It sounds like you are doing an awesome job:)


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