Shambles

Having two kids puts so much in to perspective. Perhaps initially how shambolic our child rearing of N was and how due to the ongoing shambolicness, S gets um, neglected and is developing second child syndrome as the clock ticks. I mean statistically significant style.

Case in point, gas; we tried everything asofetida (heeng rubbed on stomach), gripe water and infacol (simethicone) regularly for the first few months for N and infacol still goes in each night. We're almost a little too scared to try her without now, as when we'd miss a dose a year ago she'd wake up without fail screaming.

Sarva's been manageable because we knew what to do and both know the ritual of counting to four burps/passes of winds before he's ready to be put down. He's been tried on gripe water and infacol but we both have our wits about us now that any gas related challenges are confronted with second child confidence.

Likewise, we've been there done that with getting put down either in the cot, in the rocker or just on a warm flat spot. He probably gets put down quicker and with less fuss. He also has to cry a little bit (a lot bit) louder to get the attention that would have seen us running for the hospital with N. This blog is going to be forever called N when it really is now about N + S. See he even get's a raw deal with the pram. Even Elmo gets a better view!


The net sum of this is he's probably going to be the well behaved and non-demonstrative second child till he's 10 and then complain that no one ever pays any attention to him.