Friday, January 15, 2010

The final countdown

The final weeks are here. There've been false alarms and trips to the hospital with our fingers and toes crossed that Muffin hasn't decided to come before the oven bell dings. So, I'm expected to try and rest as much as possible and suffer as little aggravation as possible.

In principle, that sounds really easy. Go on leave and chill till it's time to pop. But that's not taking into consideration two children under three who need their Mommy and already sense that there is some awry and feel the impending doom of a sibling. Evan especially seems to have his antennae up and I suspect that's why he's been acting up. Of course, there's the issue of the new school but even before we started the new school, there were tantrums up the wazoo.

Thankfully there is family support. But at the same time, that support also requires me to make decisions that are against my instincts as a mother although my more self-centred, selfish self are more than ready to make these decisions since they allow me to have more "ME" time.

The grandparents have very kindly offered to move the twins over to their house to stay till I deliver. This is so that I don't have to get up at nights and wrestle with the children while they battle with the idea of going to school. It is chaotic in the morning to say the least and just trying to get them dressed and fed is enough to start the contractions going. So, if I didn't have to deal with that in the morning or stumble out of bed to deal with nightmares about thunder and cranberries and yogurt (my son has my overactive dream imagination!), I would definitely be in a better position to incubate the muffin for a longer period.

That's where my connudrum lies. As Packrat reminds me, I have a responsibility to the little Muffin, to grow the Muffin to the best of my ability. But at the same time, I worry that if I do that, my already insecure son might act up even more if he thinks that Mommy has chucked him with the grandparents. And worse when he realises that while Mommy was off somewhere else and had chucked him, Mommy found herself another baby to replace him and his sister.

So what do I do? Look after myself and the Muffin exclusively or make sure that the twins don't feel neglected and try as hard as possible to find a compromise where I don't stress myself out too much looking after them and chasing them and still giving myself and Muffin the opportunity to grow.

It's tough to be a mom. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.


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5 comments:

  1. u and muffin for sure. i wld hv said otherwise a few years ago but now i support ME.

    happier mum, happier baby, possibly healthier labour, happier kids.

    and u know, the twins wont remember ANYTHING once u get back to them. they WON'T.

    just dont feel guilty, take the long-term view and enjoy the lead-up to (i hope!) an enjoyable labour.

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  2. hi,
    i am a silent reader of your blog & I love the way you write.

    If u dun mind, y dun u move in with your kids to your inlaws' place till u deliver? i think the chaos u face every morning is not 2 good for the baby

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  3. ""Damned if I do, damned if I don't.""

    Haha! Story of my life. Imagine how it was with my 10-yr-old highly-sensitive stepdaughter and then my own little one coming along. I think it scarred our dynamics for the Next Ten Years.

    But hey, Love & Time cures all. It's always good to regularly explore the kids' feelings and cognition, to actually 'input' them with the preferred modes of thinking about all this, but not dismissing their ambivalent feelings altogether. Like helping them to form thought patterns out of this conundrum into enlightenment. Afterall they're still largely 'blank slates' and inwardly are all-too-wanting of mommy telling them what to think (even though they often outwardly protest, as two-ers are wont to do).

    YY.

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  4. I must add that both my adult stepson & my adult stepdaughter have had the purest, clutter-free, and love-imbued relationship with my little boy that I could have hoped for. I certainly did everything I could to remove all possible reasons they could have had to resent him. Like actively making sure that he respects them at all times, pay them their dues as older sibs and that he never 'gets away with' anything.

    YY.

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  5. All the best for your birth! I agree with Sher, take the long term view and try to take care of you and muffin for now. :) You've always been a great mum - supermum type - I can hardly catch up... (ha ha) - so when you think you're doing any less, let me assure you you are not.. and that it'll all be fine.

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