My mother went from 1 to 2 to 4 in under 3 years. She always said it was the happiest time of her life. I’m thinking it was the '50’s, and her doctor was giving her the good stuff. I was number 5, after a 2nd set of twins died prematurely. Altogether she had 7 in 6 years (counting the twins that died).
While we were in the maternity ward they brought in a woman who’d had triplets. She’d just had a caesarean and she screamed in pain all night. I don’t understand why they didn’t give her better painkillers, it was horrific.
Going from one to two was very hard for us, but I suspect this was particular to our experience. Our first kid was a very easy baby, good-natured and low-maintenance (for babies, anyway). Our second kid was the opposite, not just because she was much more clingy and demanding of emotional attention, but because she also had some physical conditions (primarily acid reflux) that required constant monitoring.
In later years, though, I suspect that having two will be easier than one. With two, they can play with and entertain each other. With one, you’re their sole source of socialization.
Right now, as I browse the Dope, my two kids (10 and almost 7) are downstairs happily playing “20 Questions” with Alexa, not caring at all that I’m doing something else. If I had an only child and I asked her to entertain herself with an electronic toy to give me a bit of peace, I’d feel a little guilty.
Two reasons spring to mind: she’s been an addict, and has reduced sensitivity to pain killers: or someone is stealing her drugs. Both have happened to people I know.
Just after Number Two daughter came along, we were at an event with our minister and his wife, and their four kids … about 13 to early 20s at the time. And the minister’s wife mused “you know, I think the hardest part of parenting is really the teenage years”
AAAAAARGH!! Do not say this to parents of toddlers!
(the reassuring part is that I now have teenagers myself, and I think she was wrong)
The midwives seemingly weren’t allowed to give anything stronger than ibuprofen, and it was ages before they could get a doctor to see her (maybe Covid contributed to that). But even then he kept saying it was gas and whatever he gave her obviously wasn’t effective. So what if it’s gas causing the pain, why leave someone to suffer?
I guess it depends on the kids. I’ve been told that every stage is hard, just in different ways. But I dunno, the one we’re in right now is pretty fun.
Yeah, our firstborn, while no angel, has (so far, at least) been pretty good. Mostly slept well as a baby, not ill very often, generally happy etc. One of our biggest fears for number 2 was that they would be the opposite. Luckily, he seems much the same in general demeanour, sleeping, etc.
I agree that leaving a patient in pain is not normally good medical practice, and is sometimes due to lack of education and personal opinion. I observe that most people with post-operative gas distension just get better – chewing gum helps – and that some of the interventions take time to have effect.
An opioid would be contra-indicated, since it leads to reduced bowel action (anesthetic was probably a contributing cause of the problem). Not a doctor – the other reasons were from people I knew.
Id say 0 to 1 as it was a major life change. Plus with 2 kids close in age we can be less of an “entertainer” and just have to provide a venue for them to entertain themselves.
It’s like pulling off a band aid…by tying it to the back of a race car.
0 to 1 was a complete change of lifestyle. 1 to 2 was hard for a different reason. We were overseas (Switzerland) with a completely different lifestyle and expectations. For example, the nurses in the hospital (where my wife spent 7 days) were absolutely obsessed with the idea that the baby’s skin make no contact with the mother’s. Even during nursing, only the baby’s lips were permitted to contact the mother’s nipple. And they weighed the baby before and after and if they decided that he hadn’t gotten enough milk, they would supplement it. As you might imagine, this interfered with her establishing breast feeding. Once she left the hospital everything was a breeze. He came along only 17 months after his sister. Number 3 (six and a half years later) was a breeze. We were back in familiar surroundings with neighbors happy to take in the two older ones when we went to the hospital and the two older ones were delighted to help with the newborn.
As many have said, the lifestyle change from 0 kids to one (or more) is pretty dramatic, but even with one, you ease into it. I remember thinking the first few days how heavy my newborn was, at 8-9 lbs, when you’re holding them for long stretches. A few months later, they are 3-4x heavier and you don’t even notice.
When the next ones came, it wasn’t much of a change, and as many have pointed out, having more means that they can entertain themselves at some level. My two daughters are 3 years apart and best friends - it was sort of heartbreaking to hear my middle daughter, still at home due to a host of “challenges” worry her little sister would forget about her when she went off to college this fall.
One thing I didn’t anticipate about having a 3rd was how the world is set up in many ways for groups of 4 - hotel rooms, sports tickets, etc. really don’t favor a fifth in your party.