I have fleeting moments of insane jealousy for all those mothers out there with just ONE beautiful infant...just one to rock and sing to, just one to hold for hours after a boo boo, just one to snuggle with on the couch. Last night Brian was on-call and I had TWO beautiful babies needing rocking and singing, needing holding, needing snuggling. Fin had a mid-bath meltdown and I couldn't JUST focus on her like I wanted to, needed to. There was another body to dry off, to lotion, to diaper, to dress- the whole while Fin standing there looking so pathetic with huge tears streaming down her face. Every time I would pick her up she would melt into me, squeezing me tight as if to say, 'don't put me down again mom. I need you to hold me until I fall asleep.' Then Parker would lose it. Half dressed, he would look up with big wet eyes, 'hold me too mom!' They are too big now to snuggle and rock them both to sleep at the same time...what do I do? Who do I let down? Fin's need won out to Parker's jealousy last night. But as I rocked her to sleep with Parker standing up in his crib looking on I couldn't help but wish there were two of me to hold them both. I suppose we'll grapple with these situations for the rest of our lives- whose game to attend, whose graduation to go to (heaven forbid they fall on the same weekend), who to pick up when they both fall and there is only one set of arms to run to. In those moments we have to choose I wish more than anything there could be two of me...just for that moment as not to let anyone down- I can't handle the disappointment in their little faces when I do.
You just get better at hugging more than one kid at a time! And dealing with both their needs at the same time.