This is hard.
And infinitely difficult.
Sometimes expectations are too high.
A lot of the time.
Sometimes things click and it’s incredible.
And then there’s the times nothing clicks.
It all seems impossible.
I know it’s not.
It’s just hard.
Really f*cking hard.
But we’ll get it.
Slowly but surely.
It will get less hard.
Because that’s how it works.
But I’m allowed to think it’s hard. Because it is. And writing it down will give me the opportunity to look back one day and remember how hard it was.
Because by then it won’t be as hard. ❤️
Writing this today reminded me of a post I wrote almost exactly 9 years ago….
Two is Hard- February 6, 2011
Two is hard.
That’s what I say to myself as I walk out the front door of our condo. Two is hard.
It’s been one of those days. I can’t even pinpoint any one thing that made the day seem so long. It just was.
There were a couple instances of Sam biting Lucy, but that’s not new. He did that even before he had teeth. There was Lucy’s disastrous dirty diaper that required a complete outfit change, but that’s not a first time occurrence either. There were tears, melt downs and more tears but, again, I’ve seen it all before.
Today was just one of those days when it happens all at once, all day long… with both of them. Two is hard.
That’s why I had to leave. Once Mark was home and the babies were bathed, fed and down for the night, I made my escape. I just need some time alone, because (you guessed it), two is hard.
Everything is different with two. Twice as many mouths to feed, twice as many diapers to change, twice as many car seats to carry, twice as many cries to comfort. Twice as many everything. Two is hard.
Unlike my friends with one baby, I can’t just head out to a play group or to the pool or even to a coffee shop. I have to make sure there will be someone to carry one of the babies, hold one of the babies or watch one of the babies while I deal with the other one. Two is hard.
And some days, like today, two is really hard.
It kills me that I can’t hold them every time they want to be held or comfort them every time they cry, but I only have so many arms.
“Two is hard” is on repeat in my head as I walk down the street. Two is hard.
But it is my reality: I have two babies. And there is nothing I can do to change it. And would I change it if I could? As hard as it is, I can’t imagine my reality any different. Lucy without Sam? Sam without Lucy? It just wouldn’t be right.
My walk gives me a chance to take a few deep breaths and decompress. Eventually, instead of focusing on the twice as many diapers, cries and melt-downs, I’m thinking about the twice as many smiles, giggles and snuggles.
By the time I’m back at my front door, the phrase running through my head has altered slightly. Now the phrase running through my head is, “Two is hard. But it’s also pretty amazing.”
And to make myself smile a little bit more, I think, “Two is hard… but at least I didn’t have triplets.” 😍
Yes, the first many months are exceptionally hard indeed. Our son has been home almost 2 years this January, and only now is daily life starting to feel a bit more ‘normal’ again. Hang in there! The perseverance does pay off in the long run – things do get better for sure! 🙂
Thank you for reading and thank you fo the encouraging words. ❤️
Your honesty and your struggle are very valuable Amy. None of this is easy. For any of you. But you didn’t decide to bring Stanley home because it would be easy. Maybe this is why you ran all those races? Your journey is not for the weak. It’s for the brave. xo
Thank you ❤️