We’ll have more experience this time
Life is about to change for the Patterson household.
My husband Jason and I are expecting our second child in March.
The moment we found out that we were about to be parents for a second time, we immediately started the celebration.
The cell phones went into overload as we shared the news the family and close friends. Moments after we stopped grinning, smiling, calling and hugging, that all too familiar second feeling set in.
We were frightened to death.
All of a sudden, several considerations began circulating through our brains. Well, it was mostly me because Jason never got over the excitement.
My head began spinning with questions.
Could we really afford another child? What will our two-year-old son James think about this? Will we still know what to do and not to do for that matter? What if it’s twins?
I started to get so stressed out that Jason told me to take a time out.
“Quit worrying so much,” he said. “We’ll be fine.”
Those three words are so easy to say but, to me, they are the most difficult to comprehend.
We’ll be fine.
I am slowly starting to calm down and just let the excitement consume me. I guess that is just part of being a mother. You seem to worry about everything, especially your children.
The Patterson home is now filled with sweets, chips, cookies and other foods that I tend to crave during pregnancy. I even have a huge log of chocolate next to my vitamins that I take everyday. The pills are not as bad to swallow when you have a square of dark chocolate right behind them.
Jason is already getting used to my mood swings. And James is letting me relax a little more in the evenings.
The thing I am most concerned about is how James will react to a new baby.
Jason said when his new baby brother came home for the first time, he knew something was different. He got upset when he noticed the small being in his Momma’s lap. And that night at bedtime he even tried to convince her that the toy chest would be the perfect spot for the new arrival.
I wonder what will come out of James’ mouth when we bring the new boy or girl home.
James has already, in a way, revealed his feelings about the matter.
“Do you want a little baby,” I asked him.
“Yeah,” he said, nodding his head.
“What about a little brother or sister,” I replied.
“No!” he said, running off into the other room.
He also informed me that he would be happy to share his milk with the new baby. But his toy trucks are out of the question.
With any new bundle, there comes both joys and concerns.
Knowing that I will have two children running around the house, laughing with each other, giving hugs and kisses and cuddling on the couch makes me very excited.
And even though the idea of two tantrums, fights, more scrapes and cuts, grumpy nap sessions and chaotic road trips scare me to death, I am ready for it.
Jason and I never realized how much fun and a what a blessing a child is until we had our own. James has brought so much into our lives.
From the sloppy kisses to the first time he said “I love you,” James melts our hearts. And somehow the late night tantrums, store embarrassments and knocking your toe out of socket on a runaway truck aren’t so bad.
I can only imagine what throwing another one in the mix does.
But we’ll definitely be more experienced when the new baby gets here. Jason and I have gotten very good at catching thrown sippy cups, changing a diaper with one hand and applying first aid to a “bobo” in mere seconds.
But I’m sure James will fill him or her in on all those details.