Happy 1 week to my second child.

Here are some things I’ve learnt second time round:

Leaving hospital with gas and air for your first post baby poop is a must, steal a bottle if you can… Shit, if you can make friends with the anaesthetist to pop you an epidural for the occasion, BY ALL means, do so!

Touch your damn toes. If you’ve torn, been cut, or just, you know… stretched your vag to push a baby out, if you’re not touching your toes for pee-time then I imagine the little squeals from the bathroom would sound like a piglet. No shame, touch them toes when you pee.

They can wait. Second babies learn to wait! With my first, he only needed to whimper and God, I was hushing, rocking on my hip and singing nursery rhymes… NOW… You’d better believe I’m getting my load of washing in, and the steriliser sorted before I sit my ass down for a feed… because inevitably, once you’re down for a feed, you’re also down for a bum change, some more feed… Another bum change, some winding, and a mini human to throw up on you.
I’m getting a load of washing in first, kid.

Damn… The guilt’s real. I don’t want toddler to think I love baby more… Don’t want baby to not get same attention as toddler. Am I posting too many photos of the baby??

And I still haven’t mastered how to get a moderately warm drink with a baby; don’t think there are any hacks for this. And cereal for tea at 9pm is fine… Just fine.

Happy one week Eden; it’s gonna be a whirlwind.

Written by Bethany Dempsey at BD Blogs.