It's true. Andie's become a victim of second child syndrome. Joe says I have a whole lot less of the new-mom-crazies than I did with Sam; I see myself as sort of a slacker mom.
It's different when you have two. I realized this the other day. Joe noticed Andie had been wearing the same sleeper for 3 days. Instead of cringing that I hadn't bathed her or changed her clothes in 3 days, I marveled that it had survived spit-up and blow-outs for that long. Whoo hoo! One less outfit to add to the omnipresent pile of laundry.
I was religious about not nursing Sam in bed. I didn't want to share my bed with a baby; I wanted to sleep! Sam was in his own room by 6 weeks old and I'd go nurse him in there unless it was a really, really hard night. Now, Andie sleeps with us for several hours a night. Her bassinet is in the hallway outside our room. I just can't muster up the energy to trek downstairs every 2 hours to nurse a hungry child. I go up and down those stairs enough in the daytime. (It's part of the diet).
I was a fanatic about tummy time. Sam regularly had tummy time every day for 10 minutes. I'd get down on the floor with him and talk to him while he cried...he hated it. Andie's tummy time is the nap she gets on her dad's chest every night. I'm hoping this won't be too detrimental to her developmental milestones; I don't want to have to 'fess up to the pediatrician that, yes, my baby gets almost zero tummy time because I'm afraid her brother will run over her in his daily activities.
Sam drinks endless chocolate milk and watches shameful amounts of TV while I nurse Andie.
And there you have it: the true confessions of this slacker mom.