Hopefully no one gets bent out of shape when I say this because I mean no disrespect. But taking care of one baby really isn’t all that bad.
I’ve never known what it’s like to just have one baby … one baby who you could devote all of your attention to, one whoÂ could be your only focus, one baby to feed, one baby to bathe, etc. etc. In fact, I was just telling a friend the other day that I sometimes feel cheated to have never gotten to experience that one-on-one, first-baby experience. I’m extremely blessed with what I have, and I love my twins, but there’s a contstant challenge of making sure I’m giving them equal attention. And in my mind, Graham is the one who often gets the short end of the stick. That’s only because Grayson is a bit more – well, OK, quite a bit more – high maintenence. When I pick up Graham, Grayson often screams and climbs on me because he isn’t a big fan of sharing his mommy. I try not to always give in to Gray, but I’ll admit I often do just to keep the peace.
The other day, though, it was just me and Graham. Graham was on the mend after a bout with croup and was in no shape to be going to daycare. So we sent Grayson, who still isn’t sick (aside from a non-croupy cough that has been with him for weeks … seriously, will that ever go away?!), and kept Graham home with me. I feel almost bad saying it, but it was a fairly easy day. It’s really the first time I’ve experienced just one baby at a time, and I was shocked at how much time I had on my hands. I made homeade pizza for lunch, cookies in the afternoon, and I cleaned the house. Oh, and I took a nap. Yes, I took care of my child, too, and to be fair, he did take some long naps since he wasn’t feeling well. On a normal day with him, I probably wouldn’t have had as much free time so I have to keep that in mind.
I’m not suggesting that people with just one child have it easy. It all comes down to perspective.Â I’m sureÂ a person with triplets would probably think my life was aÂ breeze. I think even families who go from one kid to two understand what I’m talking about (or so I’ve been told). Once you add a second kid, life becomes more complex, for so many reasons. And I assume that’s true for every child you add to your family. I have a lot of respect for moms (and dads) who have to juggle the demands of four or five or more kids. I’d probably go crazy.
At any rate, I think it’s good to have one-on-one time with my babies likeÂ I did this week,Â even though the circumstances this time around were kind of crappy. Of course, by the end of the day Tuesday I think we both were missing Gray, our little bundle of energy. It’s a lot more difficult with two, that’s for sure, but it’s worth it.