I have been MIA from Field of Cans and Polka Dot Cheeks for the last month+ working on our biggest DIY project yet…welcoming our second child into the world! It was a long 40 weeks, the longest being the last 2 weeks with my constant barrage of “is this it?!” and “get this baby out of me!” moments.
Finally, my doctor heard my cries and scheduled me for an induction on my due date, August 7. We made our way to the hospital at 7:00 am, the Pitocin drip started at 10:00 am, water was broken at 11:00 am, screamed for an epidural by noon, fully dilated by 3:30 pm, and a few pushes later our baby girl arrived at 4:00 pm.
Aria was a name I suggested when I was pregnant with Noah and Taylor’s response was “I am not naming a child the same name as a Vegas casino”. I suggested the name Ava to Taylor when I was 6 weeks pregnant this time and he countered with Aria. As much as I really loved Ava, I happily conceded to Aria because a)it is like pulling teeth to get Taylor to play the name game so I loved the fact he had a strong opinion (finally!) on a name and b)I love that it’s not a top 10 name.
Kelsey is my mom’s maiden name and I chose it to honor both my mom and all of my aunts and grandmother. These women are my role models in motherhood. You will be hard-pressed to find one of my girl cousins that doesn’t consider her mom to be one of her best friends or one of my boy cousins that doesn’t hold their mom in the highest regard. Whatever kool-aid my mom and aunts drank while raising the 33 of us, I want to drink it too!
The transition from one to two kids has been a relatively smooth one. I’m not sure if the second baby is just easier because you are a seasoned vet or if Aria is just a really great baby. Either way, knowing the ropes has really taken a lot of the anxiety I felt as a first time mom out of the equation. I’ve enjoyed every step of the last 7.5 weeks (even those sleep deprived feedings at 2 and 4 am). It has been such a different experience than the one I had with Noah and I blame new-mom nerves for the stressful memories I have of his first 8 weeks.
Sure, there are taxing moments when I maybe want to hide in a closet and plug my ears while they both scream their demands for me, times when I just want to relinquish all my swaddling, rocking, and feeding responsibilities to my better half, and days when I wonder if I’d rather have a 9 to 5 job rather than the never ending workload of a full time mother and wife.
At the end of the day, when I sneak into each of their bedrooms to kiss them goodnight just one more time, I thank God for these tiny blessings he has bestowed upon me. The days are long, but the years are short and while that is hard to remember when you’re driving around a screaming baby to drop off a tear-filled toddler at preschool, I plan to do my best to love each and every minute of this very precious time.
Aria is almost 8 weeks old, sleeping through the night (knock on wood!), and Noah is in preschool 2 half days a week so it’s time to get back to business! I plan on re-opening my Etsy shop, Polka Dot Cheeks in October and blogging about the various projects we are working on or finished during my “maternity leave”.