I can't speak for having more than two children, but whether you have one or two, there are good days and bad days, good and bad moments, and things can change very quickly. The only difference I have noticed with having more than one is that when it gets bad, it seems to get bad just a bit faster, because it's harder to control the situation when you are outnumbered.
Yesterday started out great. We went to a friend's house and played in their pool. It's not an inground pool but it is much bigger than the little wading pool that we have for Will and it has a slide. I didn't even think Will would get in it to be honest but I was proven very wrong. Not only did he get in, he also enjoyed the slide and that's what he and his little friend did for about an hour. He was exhausted by the time we headed home and he took a great nap.
I tried to lay down myself because I have been feeling sore lately. I am not sure why I am sore now, when I haven't been for weeks, but I definitely have been, so I am trying to take it easy. Emma didn't think taking a nap was a good idea, however, so I ended up not getting a nap and folding laundry with her in the Ergo.
But things were still okay. . . and then. . .
My mistake was probably that I decided to do too much all at once. We were out of milk, not a drop left, and Will is a milkaholic, so that just doesn't work in this house! We needed a few other things as well, so I packed the kids into the car and we headed to the store once Will was up for his nap. The shopping trip itself went okay as I used the Ergo for Emma and found a car cart for Will to "drive." I didn't have that much to get, so we weren't there long and Will was kept busy by a free cookie from the bakery.
It was in the check out line that things got a little dicey. Will wanted out of the cart and tried to undo his own belt, which of course, he couldn't do and got frustrated. Emma also woke up, which she never does in the carrier, and she was upset. So I had two screaming kiddos by the time we left the store. Things took a turn for the worse when I tried to get Will out of the cart when we got to the car and the clasp was jammed. It was almost 90 degrees out, so we were all hot and sweaty, Emma was still screaming, and now Will was, too. A nice guy stopped and tried to help me with the clasp, but he couldn't get it either. He pulled out his pocket knife and took care of the situation, but I was a bit unnerved by a complete stranger working so closely to Will's tummy with a sharp knife (I had no reason to be, he was a completely nice guy, but . . .).
I loaded the groceries into the back of the car, put my screaming kids into the car, and we were on our way. Will stopped crying once he was back in his carseat, but Emma screamed, purple with rage, the whole way home (which, fortunately, is only about five minutes). I have never seen her scream like this so I was a little alarmed. We got home and I got us all in the house and tried to feed Emma, but she was so worked up, she wouldn't eat, just screamed and screamed. Will was playing contentedly in his playroom and my groceries included perishables, so I put Emma back in the carrier and went back out to the car to unload the groceries.
As I opened the hatch, one of the bags tumbled out. Unfortunately, it happened to contain the bottle of wine I had purchased for a dinner party on Sunday, which of course, smashed all over the driveway. Emma was still screaming and I heard Will yelling for me from inside the house, so I grabbed the milk and slammed the door shut. . . catching my finger in the door jam. It was only the tip, but it was just one more turd on the pile at that point.
I went back in the house, got Will the water he was asking for, and tried to feed Emma again. This time, she latched on and I settled back with a shaky sigh.
At this point, all of this just built up to some more tears. . . mine. When M came home a few minutes later, I was sitting on the couch crying, nursing Emma, while Will played quietly with his trains. Of course, he had also noticed the wine spilled on the driveway. He asked what was wrong and I told him that everything was fine, I was just overwhelmed.
He took Will outside with him to get the rest of the groceries. The rest of the evening went fine, although I have noticed that Emma is definitely a bit fussier at night this week and hasn't slept as well these past two nights. This is the week that things started getting a bit tougher with Will, and 4 - 6 weeks is the time that colic shows up for most babies, so I am a bit nervous. But I also know that this is a hard couple of weeks for any baby, so I am hoping with all of my heart that Emma doesn't get colicky. But if she does, we'll get through it.