I’m often asked if things are easier now and when they got easier, so when I saw the Question of the Week over at Multiples and More was all about things getting easier, I just knew I had to participate!
I have a pretty stock answer I give people when I’m asked if things are easier. “I wouldn’t just say things are easier, they’re different.” The birth of Lily hasn’t really changed my answer either – I answer the same way now that I did 6 months ago, a year ago and 2 years ago. Things aren’t easier, they’re just different.
Granted, the first four months of the boys life were brutal. Nick and I remember very little of what happened in that time frame (thank goodness for the blog!) because the sleep deprivation was so bad. Once we got the boys on a nap schedule and sleeping through the night (all happened before 5 months of age) things improved dramatically.
After the sleep issues were taken care of the regular, day to day hard stuff included keeping 3 babies happy, dry and fed. Days were long and exhausting.
As the boys became more and more mobile the challenge was keeping them safe while letting them explore and test their new-found independence.
As they become full blown toddlers the challenges start to creep up when you’re out in public. Any parent of any number of kids is probably nodding along with this one… They want to ride in the cart, they don’t want to ride in the cart, they want to ride in the stroller, now they want to be carried, they don’t want to put that bag of Cheetos back, and on and on. Tell them “no, you’re doing what I want not what you want” and you have the privilege of shopping with a screaming child(ren). That last option was always the one I selected and it was a good time. At this age the boys were also wanting to be more independent at home by trying to dress themselves. It would take them forever to put a pair of pants on, but they were insistent that they do it and were so proud when they did.
As they became preschoolers and *gasp* 3 year olds (the stage I’m in now) they throw around their attitude more and push buttons more, but are generally (note, I said “generally”) more agreeable out in public. One three year old is bad enough but 3 of them at the same time is brutal! I now know I never want to be a preschool teacher. Ha!
So are things easier? Depends on if you’re just looking at certain aspects (sleep deprivation, attitude, etc) or if you’re looking at the whole picture. I tend to measure things on exhaustion levels and instead of being physically exhausted all the time (although I am dealing with that again thanks to Lily), I’m emotionally exhausted all the time.
Who knows, maybe there’s a period when multiples are in early elementary school that things are officially “easier”. I’m not banking on it though, nor do I really care. This is life for me and so I just move along and deal with things as they come. If I thought about how “hard” things were all the time I’d likely lock myself in my room and never exit. Instead I choose to make the best of things and not think about the possible limits or challenges I have ahead of me!