{"id":635,"date":"2005-10-26T14:33:00","date_gmt":"2005-10-26T14:33:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2005\/10\/the-guilt-of-mothering.html"},"modified":"2005-10-26T14:33:00","modified_gmt":"2005-10-26T14:33:00","slug":"the-guilt-of-mothering","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2005\/10\/the-guilt-of-mothering.html","title":{"rendered":"The Guilt of Mothering"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Everyone tells you that having two kids is going to be difficult, that two kids is five times (or seven or twelve or fill in the number you&#8217;ve heard) as hard as one. But everyone frames in terms of chasing two around, monitoring two, keeping two from killing each other. What people don&#8217;t tell you is that the running around is tough, but the thing that really kills you with two is the guilt. Oh, the guilt is bad!!<\/p>\n<p>When I had just Doodles, the boy never cried. Oh, don&#8217;t get me wrong, he had his fussy periods and his upset periods, but the minute his little face started to screw up, I was there! I&#8217;m a firm believer in the &#8220;you can&#8217;t spoil a kid under one&#8221; theory, and I held my little Doodlebug whenever he was the teeniest bit upset. There were days Adam would come home from school and I&#8217;d be tired and hungry and grumpy and have to pee because I hadn&#8217;t moved all day because Doodles was happiest sleeping across me. <\/p>\n<p>And with Sweetie Pie? Sweetie Pie has lungs. Now, she isn&#8217;t any fussier or more difficult than Doodles&#8211;if anything, I&#8217;d say she&#8217;s an easier baby, which is a remarkable statement, given how easy Doodles was\/is. But the thing is, I&#8217;m physically unable to run to her the second she gets upset. Because there&#8217;s Doodles to take care of. On Tuesday mornings, for instance, we need to get Doodles to Music Together class. Which means I put Sweetie Pie into the car seat while I put on Doodles&#8217;s socks and shoes and get his snack ready. Only Sweetie Pie doesn&#8217;t like the car seat. And she cries. But instead of picking up the car seat and swinging it, I have to let her cry. <\/p>\n<p>And it cuts both ways. Because sometimes, Doodles is having a bad day and he needs me, only I have a Sweetie Pie attached to me b*reast. And I can&#8217;t run to him with the speed I need.<\/p>\n<p>And then there are those hellacious moments when both kids are crying at the same time and I have a Bambi moment (frozen in the headlights) because I don&#8217;t know which child to attend to first. <\/p>\n<p>The guilt will get to you. By the end of the day, you can&#8217;t help but feel like you&#8217;ve failed both your children, even though you&#8217;ve done the best you can and even though they&#8217;re both just fine and you know that in the long run they&#8217;ll really appreciate having a sibling.<\/p>\n<p>Two is hard. I imagine three is near impossible. But I&#8217;ll tell you, two isn&#8217;t <i>so<\/i> hard that it&#8217;s keeping me from thinking about a third. (Frequently heard around our house: Me: &#8220;Well, with the next baby&#8211;&#8221; Adam: &#8220;NO!&#8221;) After all, Sweetie Pie is already two months old. Two months old! Where did the past two months go? Definitely time to start thinking about a third. (Yes, Adam, I heard you: &#8220;No, no, no, no, NO!&#8221;)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Everyone tells you that having two kids is going to be difficult, that two kids is five times (or seven or twelve or fill in the number you&#8217;ve heard) as hard as one. But everyone frames in terms of chasing two around, monitoring two, keeping two from killing each other. 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