Repository for assorted "how do you cope with several very young children" bits, as they come up.
ON MEETING NEEDS:
[In response to questions from someone pregnant with #3 with two older ones five and three, I think:]
It was a harder adjustment for the older kids than for me. Be really sweet to the older ones.
Our load was lighter because the boys liked to sleep and live in little sweat pants and shirts, so if they'd take a bath, I'd put new clothes on them that they could sleep in, and in the morning they were already dressed. If they weren't too dirty at night, falling asleep in what they wore that day was fine.
"Were you able to feel like you were meeting everyone's needs" isn't a fair way to ask. Would "feeling like" you were meeting them be better than doing your best to make unhappy kids happy? You just need to do the best you can. You're pregnant. No backing out now.
For getting out of the house, I would aim for having everything ready fifteen minutes before we had to leave. I was always a last minute person, and remained so when I had one child, and started to be late for the first times ever when I had two, so when Holly came, I backed the planning WAY, way up. These things helped: Pack what you'll need the night before and put it in the car. Keep extra stuff in there. Bottled water, cheerios or other long-lasting snacks in little containers. Have it in the car all the time. Baby wipes, towels, little blankets. Let them live in the car, or at least pack up hours before, so the last trip to the car is just kids.
Peacefully to bed was helped with cassette tapes, but nowadays kids can watch DVDs from bed if you're lucky. Or I could nurse the baby to sleep while singing to the older kids sometimes. They didn't always go to sleep at the same time, and that was better for me, usually, because it was a way to get quiet time with just Kirby or just Marty.
I used a backpack to carry one of them. They're not good for tiny infants, but for a kid who can sit up and hold on, it's great. I could put Marty up there and still do things with Holly. When Holly was older, I would go for walks at night and she would fall asleep up there. Or when we went out Keith would take Marty in the frame backpack, and I'd take Holly in the Snugli (front sling) and Kirby got all the running-around and hand-holding attention.
Instead of having a rule that kids had to hold my hand in a parking lot, I would park near a cart and put some kids in right away, or tell them to hold on to the cart (a.k.a. "help me push", so a kid can be between me and the cart). And they didn't have to hold a hand. There weren't enough hands. I'd say "Hold on to something," and it might be my jacket, or the strap of the snugli, or the backpack, or something.
Kirby was 2 1/2 when Marty was born.
Marty was two months short of three when Holly was born.
Right at this moment they're all in Marty's room being friendly and chatty. Kirby just got back from karate and they're sharing the stories of the day.
They're 19, 17 and 14 and it's WAY easier now than it was fourteen years ago.
Sandra, January 2005
UPDATE March 2009
Those three kids in the photo are all employed in real jobs. Kirby was moved to Austin by an employer. Marty is 20 and buying a jeep. Holly works at Zumiez half time and at a flower shop some, and has another couple of projects out of state in the possibility stages. She's 17 and has had a serious boyfriend for a year (a friend of Kirby's for years, and of Marty's). —Sandra
The title art was sent by Tammy in Australia (greenjellysnakes) in April, 2009. Her three-year-old helped.
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