So I’m 10 days postpartum and I have a son who just turned one. And yes it is as hard or harder than I thought it would be. My one year-old, Logan hates the newborn, William, and cries at the sight of him. My mommy heart is just broken for him because I can’t hold him as much as I did before. He has always been a mama’s boy, and I just ache for him. Every time the baby cries he puts his arms up for me to hold him. And of course I can’t every time. He even put his arms out for the dog to hold him today. Don’t get me wrong every moment I have a chance I am holding him and snuggling him and loving on him. And when my partner gets home from work he holds him and plays with him, but at that point Logan is so tired and grumpy from his day of battling for attention that it’s hard to get that positive interaction with him. It’s dinner time then bathtime and snuggle time and bed. My poor baby boy, I am so broken for him. I know this time will pass and the boys will be the best of friends. But I cry when I think about that he just doesn’t understand what’s going on.

And of course on my selfish note, I almost always have somebody in my arms, or wearing William, that I am not napping or resting or healing at all. I am up all day, and I am up all night. I only stayed in the hospital for 24 hours, so as soon as my feet hit the floor out of that hospital bed, I was everybody’s caregiver again immediately.

Moms of Irish twins, how did you do it?