My little baby just turned seven months old. Having my little baby boy has been awesome and amazing. I am SO glad we are now the proud parents of three young kids. But, I have to say, parenting the “second” time around is different. It’s better in a lot of ways for me, but perhaps not as awesome for my son.
Parenting the second time around is better for me. . .
because I’ve done this before. Technically, I’ve done it twice before; it just happened simultaneously! So, I have much more experience with all things babyhood. I know how to pack diapers bags. I know how to breastfeed and pump. I know what things are worth the worry and which aren’t. I know how to diaper properly and more effectively. I know the tricks of the trade. I know what to expect. I know. And knowing is so nice!
But, parenting the second time around is a disadvantage to my son.
His daily happenings are not the sole purpose and all time-consuming endeavor of my life like his sisters’ were. I have other children to entertain, feed, talk to, hold, snuggle, and play with. I have them competing (loudly) for my attention. While neither of my daughters received my undivided attention either, he’s getting mom split in three, and not just two, ways. The fact that I’ve done this all before is not so nice for him.
In fact, it took us four months until we actually took his “first bath” photo. In fact, he’s lucky to get a bath once a week. We’ve gone a week or more without snapping a single photo of him. My daughters had almost daily pictures taken of them.We just noticed yesterday that our son was easily passing objects from one hand to the other, realizing that he’s probably been doing that for weeks. And introducing baby foods has been far less momentous, more of a “needs to be done” than a grand adventure of guessing which fruits or vegetables he’ll like. And there’s other things too, like the infrequent changing of his crib sheets (I think it’s been twice), and his clothes never getting hung up.
Simply put, he’s not the only thing I have going on. He’s such an easy-going baby, that I don’t have to fuss or worry much about him.
Plus, my days are going by quickly. I often stop and wonder where did the time go? While I see my son growing and changing right before my eyes, I’m not documenting it like I did for his sisters. I’m not taking in every moment. I’m not as amazed. The newness of his accomplishments is diminished some because I’ve parented before. He’s not my first child to crawl around, get teeth, or sit up. But, these things are new to him. And I do lament that I’m missing some of them (at least photo-wise). Maybe the truth is that I’m just lazier? But, I honestly feel like I’m doing a lot.
How has parenting the second time around been different for you?
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