Second Baby Guilt
NOTE: Hey y’all! If you’ve been following me since we launched Baby Chick then you’re probably used to reading about nutritional and health related posts. Today is something a bit different as I’m getting a little bit deeper and way more raw about something that’s personal to me. There may even be a tad TMI here and there but hey, we’re all adults 🙂 My hope is that this article helps any moms out there that are struggling with the same issue to realize that it’s completely normal and you’re not alone because, after all, that’s what this platform is all about…inspiring, connecting, and uplifting each other. Thanks!
I’ve struggled with whether or not to write on this topic. Struggled for a variety of reasons; feeling guilty for feeling guilty, throwing my “baby-making” success in the face of others who may be struggling, backlash from readers, friends, or family and yeah, that big one of actually admitting these feelings to myself. That’s a hard one.
But then there are the reasons FOR writing on this topic; therapeutic outlet for myself, seeking advice from moms who have walked the same road, normalize the feelings for those walking the same journey.
So here it goes. My big.fat.second.baby.guilt…and how I’m getting over it, slowly.
Husband and I knew we wanted our kiddos about 2 1/2 – 3 years apart so it didn’t come as any surprise to me when we started having the conversation in the spring about when we would actually pull the goalie, so to speak. I got off birth control in March because my hormones were at a terrible imbalance causing everything from dramatic weight and muscle-mass loss (to the point where I had co-workers asking if I was sick.), headaches, dizziness, loss of libido and decreased energy and so we figured we needed to be careful. It had only taken one shot at getting pregnant before baby boy was on the way in November of 2012 and this past spring we had 3 incredibly special weddings that I did NOT want to be sick during. (Okay, I also wanted to guzzle some champagne with my besties. Shame on me.)
To avoid an “oops” I began tracking my ovulation immediately with the app Ovuline. (This is NOT an ad for that app, I swear, it’s just the BEST one I’ve found and used. It was spot on with my ovulation and since getting pregnant I love the information it sends.) We made it to July, through the weddings and other random events I hadn’t wanted to miss out on, and husband was ready to go. I’m not saying that I wasn’t ready…I was…I was just also beginning to feel an overwhelming sense of sadness. Fischer had been my everything for the past two years, I’d never felt so totally complete. But this is what we had planned, right?….2 1/2 years apart? If I got pregnant in July the kids would be as close to that range as possible and husband just didn’t understand why I was hesitant. I told him, let’s wait until August..I’ll REALLY be ready in August. Ha. I also knew that I was going to be out of town during the time I was supposed to ovulate so really I thought I had the perfect sabotage.
‘THOUGHT’ being the keyword, folks. We did the deed on July 3rd, the day before I left, and one week later I KNEW. Having been through a series of interesting ailments throughout my life and struggling with an autoimmune disorder that frequently strikes with a vengeance, I am particularly aware of the goings-on inside my body…so I.just.knew. Two weeks later, I saw the first of multiple pregnancy tests. (only 4 this time! last time it was 9!) Husband was shocked, but should he have been? Probably not.
I cried. and cried. and cried some more. And let me be dead honest here, they weren’t tears of joy. In fact, they weren’t tears of joy for some time and that PAINS me to write because I would never want this new baby to think that they weren’t wanted. Of course I should have been ECSTATIC about this new little life, the growing of our little tribe, the partner-in-crime for Fischer. But I couldn’t get over the feeling of loss that seems to go hand-in-hand with this addition. Funny, right? Adding and losing at the same time…it’s not supposed to work that way.
So what do I think I’m losing, exactly? I guess my 100% commitment to Fischer, the maternal bond with my ONLY child. He’s been my whole world and my best little friend for the past two years and I couldn’t imagine loving someone else the way I love him and I fear there just isn’t enough to go around. He’s losing the spotlight and at 2 years old is so not ready to share. His love. YES. I actually fear that my child will resent me and I can’t even handle the thought of that. For a couple weeks I was losing my mind with grief. YES. GRIEF. For his birthday every year I vowed to write a letter in his little journal that I had made especially for that reason. Last year the pages were stained with tears at the realization my baby was turning one. This year, the hot tears of guilt left streaky pen marks. Oy. I hope one day we look back and laugh.
I tried talking to my husband about this but he didn’t get it. They never seem to understand these things. Luckily, two of my very best friends had just recently become second time moms and so I reached out to them. In fact, I had reached out to them months ago to voice my fears and concerns and I was happy (weird, I know) to hear that they had gone through the same sorts of emotions but even happier to hear how the additions to each of their families were NOT a loss but a huge, huge gain. That there was more than enough space in the hearts to welcome this second little love, that they adored seeing the first sibling accept the second, that they became even MORE “complete” when they laid eyes and hands on their new little person.
And yet they were also brutally honest about the changes and I thank them for that. (And for the continued harping I’ve been doing about this transition.) Yes, you’ll lose time with #1 and it’s hard for them to understand and yes you’ll feel guilty about it. But in those moments, guess who gets to step up? Daddy. And that’s made my friends smile in new and different ways..to see that bond grow between their partner and child. Yes, it’s hard to manage schedules with two babies and it’ll drive you a little batty and in this way #1 suffers a little bit too because sometimes you’ll be too exhausted to go to the park. Yes, you’ll forget to take one million photos of #2 because you’re trying to maintain a sense of normalcy for #1 and your focus is still so much on them. Yes, you’ll be dead tired with the round-the-clock feedings for #2 and trying to keep up with the high energy toddler. This went on and on.
BUT, and they’ve both been emphatic with this BUT, your heart will swell all over again and you won’t be able to imagine life without BOTH little loves.
So, where does that leave me?
It took us a few weeks to begin telling people we were expecting again. Our friends and family were obviously so excited for us, but I wanted to be excited too and didn’t want to fake it. So, until I had begun to reconcile my feelings we kept the news close. At 6 weeks and 4 days we had our first prenatal appointment and (thankfully) heard the heart beat. I was able to capture this on video and even got Fischer to say “Baby” at the exact right moment. I think it was after this that my heart started to make a turn and I actively began to imagine life as 4 instead of 3.
At our next appointment I was by myself and got to see an amazing ultrasound of a very, VERY active little Brussels Sprout (the current size) and guess what? I cried like a baby. This time they were tears of JOY. I sent the video to husband first, then to quite a few other people and they all shared in the happiness and welcomed anticipation I felt and continue to feel.
Do I still feel guilty? Sure, sometimes. Okay, a lot of times, hey! It’s still pretty new! When Fischer and I are cuddled in his chair reading books and I know it won’t be long before this belly is too big to snuggle so tight, I get sad. And then I remember that one day he’ll fit again. When he begs to be held and I know that my hands will be full with someone else, I get sad. And then I think that at times there will be space for me to hold BOTH my babies. When he cries out for me and I know that I can’t go running because someone else will have my attention, I get sad. And then I know that daddy will be there to run instead and that their bond will grow strong. (Okay, that one tugs at my heart in a way that makes me a little sad.) When Fischer doesn’t understand that he has to share the spotlight, I get sad. And then I realize (and hope) that there will be double the FUN in the spotlight for Fischer and his best pal. I also know that as Fischer grows up he’s also growing away and will need me less and less in the way he needs me now. That realization is both a comfort (for the current situation) and a complete nightmare as I never want my baby to grow up!
And then there’s this; how can I feel THAT guilty when I know how much spoiling will be done between now and March? Let’s hope Fischer doesn’t end up TOO rotten at the end of this because I see a lot of trips to the zoo/museums/toy store/ice ceam shop/pet store/etc. in his future!
So, THANK YOU, friends, for letting me vent and share this. Again, it was a struggle for a lot of reasons. As mom’s we are supposed to be “super human”, right? And super humans don’t harbor these types of feelings. But, well, we AREN’T super human and we DO have a huge range of emotions, each one as valid as the next. If you’re in the same boat as me let yourself go through it. The grief, the excitement, the anxiety..all of it..because it’s 100% normal.