The other day was my first extended stretch with both girls on my own.
You can take a guess as to how that went.
Ups and downs on my own as a mom of 2 kids
Much of it was a shitshow—imagine both children screaming, the macaroni boiling over and my boobs leaking all over the place. (At least Finn was well behaved.) I did, however, manage a minor miracle: I put Peeper down for a nap while holding Kiwi, too.
Honestly, I have no clue how it happened and have zero hope to repeating it anytime soon. I held Kiwi in one arm and Peeper in the other with a book on my lap. We went through Peeper’s whole routine, reading books and drinking milk and rocking. Then it came time to turn out the light and sing her wind-down songs.
As I sang and rocked them in the dark, Peeper kept lifting her head from my shoulder and touching Kiwi’s head. “You’re petting that baby,” she whispered, then went back to resting on me. Somehow—someway—I got Peeper into her crib and that was that.
Holding on to the good
Much of the day was hard. At one point I texted Eric, informing him that we were not having any more children. I was scrambling.
But that moment of Peeper tenderly touching her little sister’s head—that was pure beauty. Peeper may later ask to send Kiwi back to the hospital or put her back in my belly, but this is the story I’ll tell over and over again about their early days learning to be each other’s sister.
See? I’ll say. You loved each other from the start.