When I Became a Mother of Two

As my belly grew with my second child, I worried. I knew my relationship with my first child would lose some of its intimacy by the simple fact it would no longer be exclusive.

When my first baby napped, I lay right there with him. Sometimes we’d drift off together, other times I’d just stare at his peaceful little face. When he’d wake, I’d count his toes, and sing him songs.

I walked around the grocery store with him attached, asking him what kind of bread we should buy, and what to make for dinner. Of course he couldn’t answer, but that didn’t stop me from talking to my buddy.

I watched him learn to walk and let him toddle in the fields, any direction he chose.



My life was his, and I followed his lead.

We’d go on bus rides and subways just for fun. We’d go out for ice cream, and one time he got sick afterwards, and I cried and worried, and didn’t leave his side.

I woke up to his kisses, and we’d play under the covers. He’d jump on top of me, and lean over my face laughing. Everything about our day felt slow, and I all my attention was his.

I’d steer the car with my left hand, and stretch my right one back so we could hold hands. We were best friends. At bedtime, I’d wrap my arm around him till his breath got heavy. Although I kind of wanted to sleep train, I also liked his nose next to mine.


As my belly grew, I worried.

Not about delivery. Not about breastfeeding and diaper changing. Not about losing sleep, and heaps of dishes. I worried about us. I knew our relationship would lose some of its intimacy by the simple fact it would no longer be exclusive. A strange part of me felt like I was betraying him.


When the new miracle entered our world, I was happy, of course.

But I was also sad. I missed him, even when he was right beside me. I thought of all the hours we spent hand in hand, sharing one world, and it felt so leisurely and sweet.

I cried because even though I knew everything would be okay, I also knew things would never be quite the same again. It’s funny how change, even the kind that gives you something so wonderful and new, can still be experienced as the loss of something else. For me, it was our twosome.


The transition was as hard as I suspected, if not harder.

I’d just get the baby to latch, and he’d call for me from the bathroom. I didn’t know how to wipe a butt with a newborn attached to my breast, but I also didn’t want to tell him yet again that he had to wait because I was busy with the baby.


I tried to do all our normal things, but I couldn’t follow his pace and lead anymore.

I carried a ticking time bomb in a baby carrier, and rather than adventure as we pleased, we had to get back for a nap, or a feeding, or a new outfit. I needed the comfort of our home, because being out and about was no longer relaxed.

As badly as he wanted to ride on my back, I wanted to give him a ride, but it just wasn’t as comfortable as it used to be with someone else now on the front. As badly as I wasn’t to continue giving him all of me, I just couldn’t because I had less hands, less attention, less time, and less patience. All the things I feared.


I gave him one-on-one time.

We’d go to the beach and out for lunch, but there was a new pressure to it. I used to be happy as long as he was, but now I had someone else to consider. The limitless time we once shared, became something we had to plan for, and if it ended in a fit, I felt defeated. I became accustomed to the feeling, and went to bed many nights feeling guilty. I’d want to wake him up to hold him and kiss him and tell him sorry for not knowing how to navigate it all, but Daddy always talked me out of it.


As the months passed by, we found a new groove.

Although the transition to a family of four was hard (on me), he took to the role of brother with ease. When I grew frustrated with the baby’s cries, he showed me how to remain patient by kissing him and speaking soothing words. When I shared a bed with the baby, he showed me the opportunity it gave him to get closer to Daddy, and their intense bond that budded then has only grown.

It’s funny I used to think that having another child was taking something away from him, when it has really given him so much. He has a brother, and that’s deeper than I ever imagined. When I brought home a newborn it was hard to understand the way they would become best friends.


I knew siblings are special, but I was so focused on our relationship, that I didn’t consider the relationship between the two of them.

I hoped they’d get along, but I couldn’t see then the way they’d kiss and chase each other. I didn’t know they’d grab each other’s hands and dance around in a circle chanting “Oh yeah, oh yeah!” when excited. I didn’t picture their heads resting on each other while watching TV, or cracking each other up while splashing in the bath.

Just as it was apart of my journey to have more than one child, it was apart of his to become a brother. I used to want to say sorry, but now I feel inclined to say, “You’re welcome.”

The only way our intimacy has changed is that it’s shared between four people now, and that’s really special.


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  • OH MY.. I’m sitting here, bawling my eyes out, after reading your article. Actually, during the reading of it. This is so spot on, about feeling guilty that you can’t share that one on one time any more with your first born, and that he always has to wait, or be quit, or not get your full attention… But also, that they are infatuated with each other, are bonding as brothers, giggle while splashing in the bath, and play peekaboo! I have a 6yo and a 10mo, and daddy is definitely getting more bonding time with our older one now, where they get to do their adventure, while I get that one on one time with the little one still, so, maybe the best of both worlds, a little bit at least. Thanks for putting our mommy feelings into words!

  • Thank you for this! The guilt started whileI was pregnant and became realer than I imagined possible even my daughter was born. The two nights I spent in the hospital with my new daughter were three very first two nights I had ever spent away from my 15 month old son and it was heartbreaking. I would even go so far as to say was mad (postpartum crazy mad) that i was stuck there away from my baby boy, my best friend. The guilt only intensified when i brought my daughter home. As a single mom I felt like I was constantly telling him to wait bc of the baby. I was so afraid he would resent her. He is now 25 months and she is 10 months – I could cry just explaining how sweet he is with his baby sister. He loves her so much and she adores him equally. I am so grateful for their bond. I never imagined it could form so quickly and so intensely.

  • Oh my gosh reading this and the comments makes me feel so wonderful! I feel the exact same way, have a 3 year old and am 6 weeks. Wasn’t supposed to conceive so easily (what do docs know, right?!) so we had resolved ourselves to just her. And I was perfectly content. We’d send her to private schools, go on awesome vacations, etc. we’d get our lives back sooner. Plus, I thought she’s amazing! The best kid, everything has been so easy with her. Then I found out in an urgent care clinic no less. I’ve been so sick this time. And not excited. And so incredibly guilty. Guilty about her, guilty for feeling this way about the tadpole, it isn’t their fault after all! What kind of mom will I be to this one when I love her so much I can’t possibly imagine loving and having the same bond with someone else. And it won’t be the same, because my time is split. But I digress and ramble. Thanks so much to all of y’all for making me feel so not alone.

  • I brought my newborn home to my 20 month old a few days ago and my heart has been breaking. It is harder than I ever thought possible. Reading this is helping me see the light at the end of the tunnel. It was just what I needed. Thank you.

  • While not a stay at home mom, or perhaps because I’m not, I always felt the pressure to be 100% available to and there for my 1st, and experienced a lot of what you described while expecting my second. I think since mine were close in age (less than 17 months apart), he adjusted really quickly, and forgot what life was like as a singleton, so I got over it pretty quickly. Now I enjoy them interacting the same ways you describe, with intermittent fighting, of course, but am not as worried for #3 (due any day now), since at least they have each other…

  • This is so beautiful. I’m still in the guilty stage with our new 2 month old and my sweet 19 month old daughter. I had the same fears and worries during my second pregnancy and, as you mention, it is worse than we fear. While I hoped my fears would disappear once our new baby was brought home, they only became more tangible. Now every tantrum and disappointed look drive a pang of guilt right to my heart, reminding me of a simpler time when it was just mama and little girl. I’m looking forward to the moment when our second is old enough to really interact with his sister. For me, this will bring great comfort and relief knowing the gift of a sibling is like nothing else we could ever give our children.

    Katelynn, hampersandhiccups.com

  • This is such a beautiful article. I want another baby but I agonize over the fact that my first will not have 100% of my attention. But, like the article says, we’ll just have to find a new groove!

  • This made me ugly cry (like all my crying right now).
    I’m 32 weeks with my second and this has perfectly summed up all the fears that I have.
    I know we’ll make it through, but it’s hard right now to see the light.

  • My husband and I have been thinking of having a second child but often discuss these same notions of feeling guilty or depriving our daughter of one-on-one time. Thank you for sharing, it has given us a new perspective on a second child!

  • We just got pregnant with our 2nd child and yesterday as my husband and I watched our son playing I told him I felt guilty, that I felt I’d be taking away from him. Reading this just gave me so much reassurance. Such beautiful words.

  • Oh my. I am currently bawling my eyes out because this article is exactly where I am in my life. I have a two year old son who is my best friend and love of my life. I am a stay at home mom and my relationship with him is as you describe. I just brought home the other love of my life two weeks ago. And while i am thrilled and so in love with a new little person i miss my son. Thank you for sharing the light at the end of the tunnel. It really was what I needed to read today.

  • I just had my second baby 2 weeks ago and cried reading this. It completely sums up my whole experience so far. My toddler loves her new baby brother so much already and I look forward to when he is a little older and they can play and laugh together! Great post!!

  • I am expecting my 2nd baby, and you summed up a lot of these feelings for me. Thanks for the encouragement that things will be ok!

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