I am going to be brutally honest here and it may be something you are already thinking.
This two babies thing is not for the faint of heart.
By any stretch of the imagination, I would never have dreamt the emotional turmoil that I have experienced in the last seven months. Since before my youngest son was born, I have felt as if things would be different and that I would manage as I always have with tenacity and independence. Unfortunately, that has not been the case. I didn’t handle it well and I isolated myself to the point of frustration beyond anything I’ve ever felt.
I’m not going to be one of “those” who shares all the details in hopes for sympathy. I merely want other mothers and fathers to know, you are not alone.
That is my biggest lesson in this whole situation. I realized how much of a village we need to raise our children. What kinds of people I want in that village have been made very clear. And those that don’t want to support that village mentality or have anything but admiration for the jobs we are all trying to do, are not.
Once I started to join together with people, mothers, fathers and friends, about how I felt and what I was going through (with some tears and anger involved), I realized what it really means to have that village. It’s not easy, but it is doable.
Stay strong. Ask for help. Reach out. Otherwise, the village will burn and never rebuild.