Surviving morning sickness with a toddler

It’s a question I got a lot after I announced we were expecting our second baby later this year; ‘how do you deal with the morning sickness while raising a toddler?!’. Fair question. And truth be told, it was difficult difficult lemon difficult.

Taylor was a few days short of 11 months old when I peed on the stick and got that beautiful second line. I feel like I am so much more in touch with my body now, and while the signals that I was pregnant were subtle, I knew something was up. My energy levels had dropped a huge amount and I was fatigued big time. My daily walks with the pooch and Taylor were no longer, and getting out of bed to my morning alarm clock (aka Taylor telling us to come fetch her from her cot immediately) was hard. It was different to my first pregnancy and I think that’s entirely to do with the fact that being a full time mummy is literally that – a full time gig. Taylor was also entering her 12 month sleep regression which meant day naps were not working out anymore… Trying to persist with her day naps while trying not to fall asleep there and then myself was difficult enough, not to mention all the #mumlife tasks we do when they’re awake.

Taylor reading up on how to be the best big sister there is

I had nausea a lot, but not until a few weeks later, when Taylor was about 11.5 month old. When that kicked in, shit got real. My fiance had to bring me vegemite toast in the morning if he wanted me to be any kind of a mum that day. Taylor would greet me with her usual beautiful smile, kiss and cuddle each day and I would tell her how sorry I am that it’s going to be yet another day indoors with Mummy spending most of it on the couch. Every small task that had become an inadvertent habit, seemed like such a big and difficult task now. Standing for long enough to make her morning bottle, preparing her breakfast and trying to get her to actually eat said breakfast, changing nappies (which by the way, became 1 billion times more smelly when I was pregnant and nauseous – obviously), cooking lunch, afternoon snacks, more poop nappies, cooking dinner, bath time, evening bottle, bedtime routine etc, you get the picture.

The truth is, I felt awful most days. Not just physically, but pretty average emotionally also. I wondered if I was being selfish for wanting another baby so soon when Taylor was still so young. I questioned myself and my mum skills a lot. And felt shitty on the days where my fiance came home to work to find the bare minimum had been done around the house. Taylor was always the priority and sometimes that’s all I could manage for the day. I don’t think he ever thought of it like that though, and I think it was likely all in my head. My inner mean girl being, well, mean. 

Baby # 2 coming August 2019. So long as my babies are happy and healthy, what else really matters?

The first three months of pregnancy are hard enough, with all the nerves/anxiety that comes with the fear of something going wrong. Dwelling on the fact that nausea prevented me from getting the washing or mopping done, or getting Taylor to the park only stressed me out further for no good reason. So I tried to stop that, and just take each day as it came. Deal with it when it comes. Some days were bad, others were better. So long as we were getting through each day, my little girl went to bed happy and healthy each night, and I with my fiance and baby-in-belly, what else could I really ask for? Some Mummy’s experience Hyperemesis Gravidarum their entire pregnancies (and even worse) – that’s who we should really take our hats off to.

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