10 Things You Never Do When You’re on Your Second Child
Remember when you bought your first baby beautiful, expensive clothes; signed up for mommy-and-me infant Mandarin; and sanitized everything (including visiting relatives) within an inch of its life? Welp, number two is lucky if she gets matching socks and a floor paci you licked like a cat. Here, ten things you definitely let go when you’re on number two.
Rushing to the doctor for every runny nose
You've figured out that Motrin and Tylenol are probably going to be better friends to you than your pediatrician after you’ve called 17 times that month. As a mom of three kids under age five told us recently, “I never called the pediatrician when my second kid ate dirt. When my third did it, I was just thrilled I didn’t have to make lunch.”
Counting the child’s age in months
She’s 2. And she’ll stay 2 until she turns 3. What day is it again?
Obsessing over germs
Regular hand washing? Sure. Taking shoes off around an infant? Go for it. But if your older kid has a birthday party to attend (cake!) or you’re desperate for a grande latte, you’re busting out of your isolation chamber and Bjorn-ing that newborn on the bus.
Sanitizing your pump parts—or bottles—incessantly
Once a day (OK fine, every other day) in warm soapy water seems to be the most you can manage. And that’s OK! It’s not like the clear plastic tubes are incubating Sophie the Giraffe levels of mold, right? Right?
Ditto fallen pacifiers
We invoke the five-second rule. Those smug scientists probably showered this week, too.
Buying beautiful baby clothes
Ah, the blissful innocence of the first-time mom…who does not yet realize that that precious $185 Bonpoint pinafore is about to be barfed on. If your second kid leaves the house with more than one mitten, you should be given an award.
So. Many. Baby. Classes.
Two different weekly jam sessions, developmental movement, art and yoga—all before six months! That guy is not doing happy baby pose; he’s trying to eat his foot.
Hauling around a fully-loaded diaper bag
Just throw a pull-up in your purse and pray.
We know someone—let’s call her a “friend”—who was so terrified of choking hazards, she blended her first kid’s solids (we’re talking burgers, people) until his first birthday. By now you've read that the American Academy of Pediatrics recommends small chunks of actual food by six months—and this time you actually believe it.
Losing sleep over sleeping
We’ve seen former co-sleepers become militant Ferberizers by the time number two is ready for sleep training, because they know in their (tired, tired) bones that a rested mom is a better mom—to everyone.