I am from those women who say: "Better to give birth to one child and give it everything." I always believed that I would have a daughter, which I and I will fully provide. We give gorgeous education, buy an apartment, the car, we will show her the world. Even the name came up with a beautiful, Royal - Carolina. Probably, I am very mocked by these plans.
Husband, by the way, the opposite wanted at least two children. But it was so in love, which agreed with my arguments. We will provide the only one from and to - here it is, the ideal parent mission.
Boy? How is the boy?
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On the ultrasound, I just jumped. The name for the girl is invented, part of things already bought - everything is completely pink, and they tell me that there will be a boy? Mocion is some kind!
But nothing, resigned. The son was born at once cute and somehow calm, practically did not cry, did not suffer from the slices. In this and wound the root of all angry, probably. I slept, watched myself, looked great. For a walk I went out like a podium. With such a cute baby easily agreed to sit the mother-in-law. My husband and I got on dates, in the cinema, just walk.
Walking with a stroller, I listened to the stories of other mothers who did not sleep at night and fought with all sorts of children's ailments.
- Can you somehow care for the baby? - I asked, confident in my methods. My same won is not shouting. Teeth we did not notice at all. Then I have not guessed that all children are different.
And again pregnant
The second time I got pregnant when my son was about seven months. I did not occur to me that it happens. I grew up in the 90s, in the era of sexual illiteracy and sacred believed that I feed, it means that I was protected. It is clear that the cycle could not serve as a guide. Therefore, I said a categorical doctor:
- Can not be!
"Maybe," he smiled at a gynecologist. - And the term is already about 2.5 months.
I've even been delighted, despite my former life attitudes. When hormones are dumping, it becomes somehow not up to principles.
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Pregnancy with ready-made baby in his arms is a separate horror movie. The son is quite small, he needs attention, and I have a foot tired, then your hands, then brains. At that age, he could not understand why Mom suddenly began to behave so much - before that, he also performed any requirement. It was also impossible to feed the breast, I began to slowly turn the milk shop, tormenting the conscience and suffering.
First year with letters
The name Carolina is still useful in the farm - the girl was born. Here I have learned all the happiness of motherhood. The younger could wake up a ringing roar even from oblique look. The worst thing is that this wave immediately picked up the eldest in his actually solid almost a year and a half.
The daughter hung on the chest by day, like a hungry piranha. The mother-in-law once arrived to help, in an hour I left, hiding. After that, she was revealed by such an amount of urgent affairs, which became clear: while I don't extend from these two workpieces, I will not go on a date. They coped together as they could. It turned out badly. Put asleep as killed and woke up as those killed.
The most amazing thing is that we are both of the families where the weather was born. I have a difference with my brother 1.6, and my husband has almost exactly 12 months old with his sister. According to my memories, my mother coped with two easily, practically playing. I came up with my parents so sincerely and strongly that the dissertation could write to theological theme - how important the fifth commandment is important.
Why wasn't it easier?
From all sides, I was told the same thing:
- Be patient, then it becomes easier. In the year of younger, they will play together, and you can relax.
My naive imagination has drawn a wonderful picture: I first drink hot tea in recent years, sitting in a chair, and my favorite children play cubes.
In fact - as soon as the daughter physically strengthened, she began concretely rushed to his brother. And he already received from life - forced to share his toys, things and parents with a little sister. Despite the fact that he loved her very much and tried to endure all the bullying, he was missing for a long time. I was afraid even blinked.
In the toilet, I dragged both so that they were constantly supervised. It seemed to me that if I was simply distracted by the pigeon, flying around the window, my children would kill each other.
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They beat because of each little things. When guests came to us, I called in advance and literally prayed, or do not buy anything to children, or choose something the same. Yes, let it be two Barbie! Identical! So that the day did not repeat the day when the son and daughter worried before the blood over the ball, which was donated to one, but it took both.
To dull my vigilance, kids were sometimes pretty - they played together, hugged, showed a touching unanimity. But I did not have time to smear the tears of the lunization, the fighting began again.
Algorithms survival
After some time, my husband and I developed algorithms for survival with weather. No, we loved both of them very much, pleased that they became parents and a boy, and girls. Even somehow forgot their original plan - to limit ourselves to one child. But in order for us to be a little easier, and the children are smaller than jurious to each other, we came up with our plan.
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More often to share your weather. It would seem - you need a permanent unifying leisure. In our case, the separation has become useful. Even if we just bred them in different rooms, the effect was. One started to miss the second and after a happy reunion, they did not even quarrel for some time.
Personal time with each of the parents. We defined the days that are puzzled only one of the children. For example, in my watch with my daughter, the son does not touch us, we do what she wants to her. It's amazing, but periodically they began to ask to turn on the second at this time and go all together to walk or in the movies.
Secrets - there are secrets. If someone from the children shared aunt-a-tet with its secrets and experiences, it will remain strictly between us. No common discussions for the family table.
We do not make them share. Dip chocolate - you can eat one and entirely. But then you do not need to be surprised that no one is sharing with you. By the way, after a couple of such situations, they disappeared with a rush there are treats in proud loneliness.The rules of the house are created for everyone. We do not beat anyone. The first years was difficult to explain to children that they should not fight. But over time, still managed to make them solve the problems peacefully.
Only after a few years a connection arose between them
Once I found that they are secretly after the pen. Then the son of himself sat with his sister to sculpt from plasticine. They started playing together, almost without fighting.
I remembered myself with my brother. We also quarreled and fought. Only to twenty years I appreciated the fact that I have a brother in general. Husband with his sister also began to be friends only in adulthood.
It turns out that the weather must pass this period in which they are opponents, then in the end, grow into a single command. Please let them do each other in the process.
It is periodically teased by close friends who remember my categorical in relation to the number of children in the family.
"And so I can give my child everything," I am responsible for the tricky. - Including sister.