My husband and I have two children under the of two. They are 17 months apart – currently four months and 21 months – and a ‘pigeon pair’. The most common response when I tell people how old they are is “woah, you must be busy”. I feel like responding “derrrrr, of course”, but (usually) manage to hold my tongue and smile.
If you’re doing the maths, yes we fell pregnant when our firstborn, our boy, was just eight months old. And before you ask (like some people have actually had the gall to), yes we did plan it that way!
I’ve written before about how tough the logistics of two under two (then two under 18 months) are. When you have two in nappies, and the eldest is an active mischief-making toddler who can’t seem to play by himself without getting into some sort of danger, it is definitely full on. Add a newborn who wouldn’t breast feed properly for a good three months because of reflux, and the toddler who keeps getting every daycare bug under the sun, and it’s been fun and games. I’ve even landed myself with postnatal depression - which has come on due to a combination of a few factors, but I’m sure the craziness of the age gap has a little something to do with it.
Taking all of that into account, I’m sure people wonder whether it’s all been worth it. Would I do it differently if I had a choice? Do I regret our decision to “go again” so soon? I had my mothers group ask me the other day what I thought, as they were all discussing when they would try for another baby. I’ve even asked myself the same questions.