It’s been 9 months since my second daughter was born. So nine months in, and nine months out. As a new mum of two I was feeling pretty depressed and overwhelmed. I found it hard to cope and had panic attacks. I was in fact diagnosed with PND and given medication, which started working after a month of taking it. I am feeling a lot better now. It has really made a difference in my life.
Anyway, my second born is 9 months old now and those difficult initial months seem like something of a distant dream. In fact, life with two is suddenly a lot more manageable. Of course is very intense. I like to use the word intense because it is quite neutral. It reflects intensity in both sides of the spectrum. Of course having two children crying at me and trying to climb on me to be hugged at the same time is intense, but also having two children giggling and laughing and kissing me is very intense <3 .
My first born has grown and matured a lot. She is no longer running everywhere like a crazy chicken. In fact she now tries to help with little tasks, is communicating a lot more and is trying hard to share and make her sister smile. My second born is now mobile now and she is very good at entertainging herself for short periods. We’re getting (a little bit) more sleep and are enjoying family days out when the weather allows.
My heart melts as you watch my two children interacting and loving each other. Some mornings when we wake up and stay a few minutes in bed, cuddling and whispering I feel fulfilled and somehow whole.
