Why Can't I Stop Comparing the Two Newborn Experiences?
Attempting to quiet my internal voice beating myself up for not being the exact same parent for each newborn / early childhood experience of my sons
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Lately, I’ve been having a really hard time not comparing the two newborn/early childhood periods of my two kids. I was in a coffee shop the other day and I looked around and saw a few moms with their young babies and realized I haven’t done much of that “one on one bonding in the wild” with October. With Squash, we were in and out of coffee shops, long walks, running errands, seeing friends, and bopping around the city every single day. I mentioned it to Joe and suddenly realized how heavy it has been weighing on me. The different experiences they had as newborns and I had with each during this window of time. Realistically, I need to acknowledge and accept that we live a different life now.