Being a mom to two under one has been hard. super hard.
I probably cry from just being exhausted at least twice a week. There are far too many days that end with me feeling like I've done nothing but feed babies and coax them to sleep for hours on end. Sometimes I forget to eat and the dogs are always shedding faster than I an sweep. However, it has been an amazing year watching my daughter grow and mature from being a helpless & serious newborn into a funny and determined toddler (well, almost toddling). I've enjoyed experiencing pregnancy with my son and watching him go from being a 10th percentile helpless newborn to being a 90th percentile 3 month old. Also, his giant smile is pretty great.
I'm headed into the last two weeks of having two under one. I can't say I won't miss my daughter's babyhood- I already feel the finality of the rare times she sleeps on my chest. I feel sad that I missed so many of these naps and so much snuggling her when she was smaller because I was so pregnant and she was so kicky at around 6 months old. She was an amazing baby. BUT, I am looking forward to knowing her as a toddler, to the times when my kids will be closer in size and ability. It will be wonderful to see them interact on their own terms. Right now, we have to carefully watch to make sure my daughter's head pats don't turn into grabbing chunks of his hair. I love hearing her talk and I can't wait to be able to understand more of it. The next year will be tough in new ways, but I'm really excited about it. I will probably cry from being exhausted 3 times a week instead, but it will all be worth it.
