My best friend warned me that having two kids is great but to expect 30 minutes of craziness a day. The remaining 23.5 hours are pretty dreamy but there will be about 30 minutes each day in which you question your will to live and the merits of having children at all. I am excited to start a new series about life with two kids highlighting these glorious 30 minute segments.

“When I finally took matters into my own hands and attempted to put her socks on, Magnolia fell out of the wrap.”

Yesterday I took Waverley and Magnolia to the pediatrician for both of their appointments. I thought it would be a cinch to coordinate Magnolia’s two month check-up with Waverley’s three year physical in order to save myself a trip. Naturally the day started off perfectly since Magnolia woke up three times the night before and I felt well-rested. We had two hours to get ready prior to leaving which seemed like plenty of time. Right? I couldn’t have been more wrong! Magnolia shrieked the entire time I tried to get dressed. Waverley refused to follow directions and rather than getting dressed she continued to pull more and more things from my closet. She found old bikinis, nylons, and gloves to wear leaving a trail of accessories in her wake. When I finally took matters into my own hands and attempted to put her socks on, Magnolia fell out of the wrap. Thankfully I caught her in mid-air, but we were all terrified! By the time we got into the car I remembered we were supposed to leave early to get gas because I didn’t have enough to make it to the pediatrician’s office. Needless to say, we were not leaving early at this point. I miraculously made it to the pediatrician’s office on the dot of our appointment times only to find out I was at the wrong location and needed to then drive to the hospital. Back in the car.

The three of us made it to the hospital and our pediatrician was nice enough to still see both girls despite our tardiness. The appointment went fairly smooth with the check-ups. Waverley was such a brave and cooperative little gal, I couldn’t believe it!

“Waverley kept yelling ‘There’s milk everywhere!'”

Then it came time for shots. Waverley went first. She did beautifully and barely flinched. She was super proud of her bandaid and was then excited to watch Magnolia receive her shots and bandaid application. Magnolia, naturally, lost her mind when she was poked. I was ready with my boobs out for easy access and wholesome milk soothing. However, because the morning was so frazzled I didn’t have time to pump and was extremely engorged. Magnolia was too angry to latch on so I had two faucets of milk squirting at full blast with a screaming infant. Waverley kept yelling “There’s milk everywhere!” and then “I have to go potty!” An accident would have been dire as I of course forgot extra clothes. So we ran to the bathroom while I am attempting to feed Magnolia throughout the hallway walk. Waverley refused to use the stool to get up to the toilet and insisted I lift her in an awkward one-handed maneuver while I am feeding Magnolia– who, by the way, is still less than pleased with her morning thus far.

We managed to escape alive and I possessed most of my sanity. The good news is Waverley successfully used the potty, both girls are very healthy, and Magnolia finally calmed down once we got in the car. We met Nate for lunch and it ended up being a really lovely day. A day that I am still recovering from because two kids is no joke!