Nothing quite prepares you for the guilt that comes with having two children. If you thought mummy guilt with one was bad get ready to be bamboozled!

Molly was only 19 months old when Alice was born and although I wouldn’t have it any other way a small part of me always wishes things had been a bit different. If you read Lorna’s post on age gaps you’ll know that there is no right or wrong time to have a second baby. Just a whole heap of emotions either way. I love both my girls with all my heart but there is a very small part of me that always has a touch of regret when I think back to Alice’s birth and her first few months in the world.

The whole time I was pregnant I was worried how Molly would react to her new sibling. Would they get on or would she hate her? When I was pregnant Molly was in nursery as I was working 4 days a week so she spent most of her time being shifted between my mums house and nursery and I barely saw her most days other than rushing her out the door or in to bed. Alice arrived early which meant I had no time off work to spend with Molly. The day I went in to be induced I spent most of it thinking about Molly. Would she be ok with Grandma? Would she be wondering where mommy and daddy were? I even sent Edd home at one point to check on her. Stupid really as she had been away from us lots of times so it was no different but this was the start of the massive guilt that overtook me.

The next morning when Molly came to meet her new sister in hospital was one of the most nerve wracking moments. I was utterly shattered and here was my first little girl walking in with a scowl on her face as she saw this little bundle with me. We all went home together but Molly did not look happy AT ALL. I thought how grown up Molly was, how big. It was only when Alice hit 19 months that I realised how wrong I had been. Molly had still been a baby. Still utterly reliant on her mummy and I suddenly didn’t have all my time and love to dedicate to her. That’s not to say I didn’t or didn’t try. It just felt that way to me. I only wish I had realised this back then. Although I very much doubt I would be able to do anything differently to what I did.

My biggest regret and one that still tugs at me most days is the fact that I feel like I missed months of both of the girl’s lives. This is quite hard to express as I don’t want to seem melodramatic and I honestly wouldn’t change it. When Molly was a baby I could sit and hold her for as long as she wanted. Everything was about her. With Alice I just don’t feel like I got to enjoy Alice being a baby. I actually had a lot of cuddles given that she wouldn’t sleep anywhere other than on me (you can read all about that debacle here!). However, I spent all my time wishing I could put her down so that I could do things with Molly. Heck, even tidy the house. On the flip side I completely missed Molly being a toddler. It is something I barely remember and it makes me so sad. I’m sure there were many fun and crazy moments but mummy guilt means I only remember little Molly sitting on the sofa with her dummy watching Disney films whilst I sat feeding and holding Alice. It wasn’t easy but in truth I’m sure Molly doesn’t remember. In fact she is probably thanking me as she LOVES Disney. As Edd works away quite a lot it meant that I had to manage by myself all day and evening. Story times became rushed as I tried to get through them before Alice inevitably started crying from being put in her bouncy chair. I think I will save the logistics of two kids for another day as that is a whole post in itself but it’s safe to say I never felt I had enough time for either of the girls.

As they have got older it is easier but at every stage I feel some form of guilt for what I have or haven’t done with Alice swiftly followed by the same feelings for Molly. I didn’t take Alice to as many baby classes as I did Molly. Then I feel like I never do anything just with Molly as there is always the three of us. Blimey, I even feel guilty that I don’t buy Alice as many new clothes as Molly got. This means I inevitably hit the shops. Not exactly a hardship I must admit. The whole thing is ridiculous.

This post isn’t meant put people off two kids. Quite the opposite. Despite the guilt and chunks of missing memories there are a hundred and one moments that make it all worthwhile. Watching the girls together now is, on the whole, magical. I have also learnt to accept the guilt. I am never going to have time to do everything I want to do with them but I do my best. We do things together as a family. Share story times and, yes, still watch Disney together. The guilt won’t go and I think I will always think back to what I couldn’t do or missed in the beginning. My mum says the same of me and my sister and she is going back 30 odd years. Every mum will experience the guilt at some point. Or most days in honesty. Just take comfort in the fact that your children won’t hold it against you. They love you immeasurably no matter what.

Image by Anna Clarke Photography.