As Jack’s birthday is just a couple of weeks away, I’ve been thinking back to the early days. At home, with two small children. It was a lot. However, believe it or not, I did better with my mental health/ sanity the second time around. With my first kiddo, I was so nervous about everything that I stopped taking one of my antidepressant meds. There was like a 0.000000000001 change it would cause the baby to have a seizure, and I didn’t want to risk it. So, the first weeks and months with Logan are dark, fuzzy memories. It was really hard, and he was a difficult baby: “colicky,” which basically means he would cry for no reason. He always wanted to be held and bounced and sung to. It was exhausting.
Then came Jack. He was a breath of fresh air. Easy, mellow, agreeable. I couldn’t believe it. Also, my doctor advised me to stay on my meds, because the risk was incredibly low. So, I did, and it made a huge difference. I was able to enjoy my time with my sweet new baby and adorable toddler. Though, let it be said, that adorable toddler was clingy, needy, and super-sensitive. But he also loved his new baby brother.
Alright, I’ve got this. Two kids, heading back to work as a Special Education teacher. Our family was complete, and all was well. Hahaha, said the universe. You don’t know jack.
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