With your first pregnancy, everyone had words of wisdom and wouldn't shut up about how life was going to change. How come no one has words of wisdom about how parenthood changes with each baby? Things are so different with the third, and here are some examples.
1. Parenting Style:
Kid No. 1: You spend hours of your day staring at your baby and smelling her head.
Kid No. 2: You spend hours of your day being a referee to yet another one of their fights.
Kid No. 3: You spend hours of your day away from the kids, hiding in the bathroom or closet.
2. Date Night:
Kid No. 1: It takes you 20 minutes to say goodbye to your baby, and once you leave, you call to check in five times. In the first hour.
Kid No. 2: You blow your kids kisses from the door and tell the sitter you'll keep your cell phone on.
Kid No. 3: Leave specific instructions to only call if there's a broken bone or blood.
3. Choosing a Name:
Kid No. 1: You research names on hundreds of sites and books, write out all possible combinations, and get opinions from friends and family.
Kid No. 2: Might as well name this one after grandma/grandpa. Arthur or Bea are fine.
Kid No. 3: On the way home from the hospital, you pass a street that looks pretty and decide to go with that: Berkeley it is!
4. Going Out:
Kid No. 1: Mommy and Me, My Gym, Music and Me, you name it, you're signed up for it.
Kid No. 2: The park is really nice, why should you spend all that money?
Kid No. 3: The poor kid goes to the bank, the grocery store and some days, the liquor store.
5. Clothing:
Kid No. 1: Plus sign on the pregnancy stick! Time to shop for maternity clothes!
Kid No. 2: Where did you pack away those maternity clothes? Meh, doesn't matter, you're holding out as long as you can.
Kid No. 3: "Regular" clothes? What're those? You only wear maternity stuff these days. And the baby is 2.
6. Your Kid's Clothing:
Kid No. 1: Everything is brand new, washed in delicate soap and properly folded and put away in the matching dresser or hung on color-coordinated hangers.
Kid No. 2: Hand-me-downs are washed and haphazardly checked for stains.
Kid No. 3: It's cool if boys wear purple polka dots, right?
7. Parenting Style, Part II:
Kid No. 1: Race to pick up the baby whenever she cries, whimpers or blinks.
Kid No. 2: Race to pick up the baby so he doesn't wake up kid No. 1.
Kid No. 3: Did anyone hear that? Is anyone going to help the baby? [Someone goes to nudge the baby swing with their foot.]
What did I miss? How did you change from kid No. 1 to No. 3?
I wasn't so worried about breaking the second and third.
With the first I boiled everything. By the third I didn't do it very long. Of course by then we had a dishwasher with a sanitizer cycle. It helped a lot.
The first I called the doctor about everything. By the third I trusted my own judgment more.
But I will say that I really think it got easier with the third kid.
Or maybe I just finally relaxed and stop sweating the small stuff.
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The most I had taken care of kids before having mine was a few that were 3 or older. The only newborn I ever really held was a cousin but I wasn't ever really responsible for him.
Newborns kind of scared me for a while.
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Now names. I took time to pick the perfect name for each one. They each have 3 names. A first and two middle. Of course there last name.
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There's a commercial for huggies I think that shows a woman pureling the hell out of a little girl who wants to hold her baby. The second one, she hands to a mechanic to hold while digging in her purse. Cracks me up.
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Lesson learned in February: I don't have to keep up, I just have to keep moving!
With the first kid, she drops the pacifier on the floor, you pick it up and replace it with a fresh one so that you can later first wash then boil to sterilize the one that came in contact with the floor.
With the second kid, she drops the pacifier, you pick it up, run it under hot water for a minute or so to sterilize it, and give it back to her.
With the third kid, she drops the pacifier, you pick it up, pick off any visible dog hair or other debris, and pop it back in her mouth.
There's a commercial for huggies I think that shows a woman pureling the hell out of a little girl who wants to hold her baby. The second one, she hands to a mechanic to hold while digging in her purse. Cracks me up.
I've seen it. All the huggies commercials like that are funny.
And true.
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With the first kid, she drops the pacifier on the floor, you pick it up and replace it with a fresh one so that you can later first wash then boil to sterilize the one that came in contact with the floor.
With the second kid, she drops the pacifier, you pick it up, run it under hot water for a minute or so to sterilize it, and give it back to her.
With the third kid, she drops the pacifier, you pick it up, pick off any visible dog hair or other debris, and pop it back in her mouth.
Or you just stick it in your own mouth and then give it to the kid.
My third didn't care for the passy. That was wonderful.
Mawmaw would dunk it in her coffee. It was hot. It killed whatever.
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Oldest sibling, a brother, pictures of EVERYTHING he did. One year later sister was born, lots pictures of her with older brother. Six years later, a pictures of me when I came home from the hospital. Turn the page in the photo album, I am graduating from kindergarten!!!
Oldest sibling, a brother, pictures of EVERYTHING he did. One year later sister was born, lots pictures of her with older brother. Six years later, a pictures of me when I came home from the hospital. Turn the page in the photo album, I am graduating from kindergarten!!!
I was just going to comment on the baby book! DD1 has a totally filled out baby book. Shoot, you could practically make an animated flip book with all the pics we have of her. DD2... Well, I did the best I could. Lol
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Oldest sibling, a brother, pictures of EVERYTHING he did. One year later sister was born, lots pictures of her with older brother. Six years later, a pictures of me when I came home from the hospital. Turn the page in the photo album, I am graduating from kindergarten!!!
I was just going to comment on the baby book! DD1 has a totally filled out baby book. Shoot, you could practically make an animated flip book with all the pics we have of her. DD2... Well, I did the best I could. Lol
In my defense, the camera got dropped after DS2 was born & we had to take it to the shop...
If I had the means and ability I would have loved to have one more. But I knew after A I was done. Closed the factory permanently 6 weeks after he was born.
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I have 3 kids and it is true, you do parent differently by then, lol. I would have love to have a 4th child but my uterus expired and I almost did too!
If I had it to do over, I would go for an even number. Either 2 or 4. My girls are in their 30's and they STILL leave one out. If the three of them ever all agreed or got along I would be thrilled.
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Lesson learned in February: I don't have to keep up, I just have to keep moving!
If I had it to do over, I would go for an even number. Either 2 or 4. My girls are in their 30's and they STILL leave one out. If the three of them ever all agreed or got along I would be thrilled.
I don't think the numbers things matter. You don't know how they will get along as sibs.
I have one sister. We do not get along at all. If I didn't have to play nice for my mother's sake, I would have nothing to do with her at all. After my mother dies, i doubt I will contact her more than once every year or so. And she lives about 2 miles from me.
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That's so sad. I don't really understand how families can fight so much. I have one sister. The rest of the family on my side is dead. I was always envious of people with big families. Sometimes I don't think they understand how blessed they are. I only get to see my sis once a year or even once every 2 years because she lives several states away.
We are such totally different people. We have never gotten along. EVER. She is never someone I would associate with by choice. The rest of my family tolerates her. But no one goes out of their way to keep in touch.
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She's not exactly miserable. She's beyond materialistic. If you can't contribute to her over the top lifestyle, she really has no need for you. Family included.
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I wanted to have another go at it after the twins, you know, see if I could get a girl, but my husband didn't want to take any chances with what happened the first time. Every year they have this adoption show on TV and I still nudge him. I'll probably do that when I'm 80.
She's not exactly miserable. She's beyond materialistic. If you can't contribute to her over the top lifestyle, she really has no need for you. Family included.
Oh . One of my girlfriends sisters is just like that. All about the money and stuff.
That's so sad. I don't really understand how families can fight so much. I have one sister. The rest of the family on my side is dead. I was always envious of people with big families. Sometimes I don't think they understand how blessed they are. I only get to see my sis once a year or even once every 2 years because she lives several states away.
You are only family because you were born into it - there is no choice about it, and sometimes that makes for very different people that can't get along. I don't understand forcing a relationship with people you'd have nothing to do with if you had a choice about it.
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She's not exactly miserable. She's beyond materialistic. If you can't contribute to her over the top lifestyle, she really has no need for you. Family included.
Oh . One of my girlfriends sisters is just like that. All about the money and stuff.
My younger brother...well, many of you know the story. After Dad died, that was about it. I've tried to reconnect & I sent him an invitation to both of his nephew's weddings. He's just not interested.
1st baby, Grandparents are all of it. Volunteering for baby sitting and taking the baby for overnights without a second though.
2nd baby, They will baby sit but they need a little warning. And overnights have to be planned.
3rd baby, If everyone is sick and/or someone died, well ok. But just for a couple hours.
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That's so sad. I don't really understand how families can fight so much. I have one sister. The rest of the family on my side is dead. I was always envious of people with big families. Sometimes I don't think they understand how blessed they are. I only get to see my sis once a year or even once every 2 years because she lives several states away.
You are only family because you were born into it - there is no choice about it, and sometimes that makes for very different people that can't get along. I don't understand forcing a relationship with people you'd have nothing to do with if you had a choice about it.
This. People think just because they are family you need to stay around and be treated badly. Um no.
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The baby book comment is so true! By number 3, the kid is lucky to get a picture taken, period.
Poor DD's kids. The first one has a baby book, the rest have comments on the calendars..
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Wait. Flan. You havent had Itty Bitty to yourself at all yet? Not even for a day? Strange.
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Oh well. They came through when we really needed them.
I saw it from the grandkid point of view. Everyone wanted to have me over night and such. I remember both sets of grandparents talking about which one I should go home with at times.
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Oh well. They came through when we really needed them.
I saw it from the grandkid point of view. Everyone wanted to have me over night and such. I remember both sets of grandparents talking about which one I should go home with at times.
I never had two sets of Grandparents.
I never had one.
My Mother's Mom, was the only living Grand parent, when I was born.
And, she didn't like me, very much.
My Dad's parents died, while he was in WWII. He never got home for the funerals.
My Mom's Dad died, at the mill. About 6 months after her first husband was killed.
That makes me sad FWM. I was blessed to not only have but have real memories with several sets of grands.
I was blessed to have my dad's parents, and both sets of their parents. And I have a vague memory of my great, great, great grandfather. We have pictures with he and I.
Mom's side I had her parents and her mom's mother.
At my high school graduation I had 4 generations there.
And they got to see my child before they passed.
That is really sad about your dad and not getting home to the funeral. The sacrifices made by our military is simply astounding and underappreciated.
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That makes me sad FWM. I was blessed to not only have but have real memories with several sets of grands.
I was blessed to have my dad's parents, and both sets of their parents. And I have a vague memory of my great, great, great grandfather. We have pictures with he and I.
Mom's side I had her parents and her mom's mother.
At my high school graduation I had 4 generations there.
And they got to see my child before they passed.
That is really sad about your dad and not getting home to the funeral. The sacrifices made by our military is simply astounding and underappreciated.
He was stationed in France, at the time.
They goofed up, and sent his mail to, gosh knows where.
He came home, to both of his parents, dead and buried.
They both died, while he was in France. Within about 6 months.
Wait. Flan. You havent had Itty Bitty to yourself at all yet? Not even for a day? Strange.
I've posted about it many times.
flan
I honestly never remembered you posting about why they won't let you keep her and have always wondered myself.
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Wait. Flan. You havent had Itty Bitty to yourself at all yet? Not even for a day? Strange.
I've posted about it many times.
flan
I honestly never remembered you posting about why they won't let you keep her and have always wondered myself.
Me either. Seem strange.
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