OK, I know I just wrote a whole thing about how I feel that I am confident as a parent and know what I am doing for the most part. So I need you to indulge me for a moment.
I am a little nervous about having a second baby. Part of the reason I was such a kickass parent when Sam was an infant was my ability to stay completely in tune with his needs and meet them. I had infinite patience for him (which lasted until, oh, last week). But I did not have another child who also needed my attention. I had a husband, which is not really the same at all, and I know that I was horribly impatient with him at times. I can’t be like that with Sam when Otter is here. And I am afraid that he will be shortchanged if I give Otter as much of myself as he had. But I don’t want to shortchange the baby either.
I know that every parent ever (at least the non-lame ones) has struggled to find balance. I still have trouble balancing being Sam’s mom and being a writer and being a knitter and knitwear designer and being a housewife and being a friend and being a blogger and the eight million other things I am. Something always suffers. And I worry how I’ll handle adding one more thing to the mix–and an entire human at that!
I take comfort in the hope that the solution will be beer. Foamy, delicious beer.