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<\/a><\/p>\nThis is something that never happened with my first born, Jack. I\u2019ve always known exactly where he was. I\u2019ve written a million words about him. Even with the arrival of a new baby a lot of my writing still centers on Jack because he is always growing and changing and challenging me in new ways. He is my first and will always be the one giving me the first experience of parenting a child his age, no matter his age.<\/p>\n
Jack\u2019s newest love is Planes<\/em> and Planes 2<\/em>. Exley reminds me of the line in Planes<\/em> when Dusty starts to get a bit cocky about winning the race. He says to Rip Slinger, \u201cWell, check 6, \u2018cause I\u2019m comin\u2019.\u201d Jack was just like Rip Slinger (except not a jerk): the center of the universe, the most adored. Now there\u2019s this new kid on his 6. And Jack can\u2019t shake him.<\/p>\n The first few months Exley slept a lot, allowing us to talk to Jack about this new guy in town. And allowing my husband and me to be like, \u201cthis is easy!\u201d But I have been keeping a secret file on this guy. I\u2019m watching him, getting to know him, loving on him, similar to the way he watches Jack. This new guy, Exley, is learning how to churn up dirt and turn heads. Before we know it he\u2019s going to burst out of babyhood and into life-shattering, heart-devouring, scene-stealing guyhood.<\/p>\n Exley is the loudest person I have ever known. He doesn\u2019t scream or screech; he starts into an even toned, \u201caaaaaahhhhhh,\u201d which slowly grows into a chest-thumping, \u201cAAAAAHHHHHHH.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWho does Exley sound like?\u201d I asked Jack.<\/p>\n \u201cFRANKENSTEIN!\u201d<\/p>\n Exley can grab anything. He can grab a handful of my chest skin, the skin with little slack right above the chest bone. Just suddenly he\u2019s started getting a hold of me like a gangster holding someone by the shirt. I was once carrying him on my hip walking down the hallway when I felt something following me. I turned to see his grip on the vacuum cleaner as he pulled it behind us.<\/p>\n He doesn\u2019t breastfeed the way Jack did. Jack did (and still would, if I let him) hang out on my boob all day. Exley eats and then he\u2019s got places to go. Places Jack is going to be exact.<\/p>\n He eats everything off of the floor. Everything. Cat food, dry oats, dust balls, crumbs. Yes, this is all on my floor, thank you.<\/p>\n Exley isn\u2019t easily shaken. Noise, crowds, activity, he\u2019s along for the ride.<\/p>\n He has really big cheeks. They\u2019ve been kissed a million times each. He smiles all day.<\/p>\n I can tell you all sorts of funny things about him that will most likely be funny only to me because that\u2019s how it goes with kids. Exley\u2019s life so far has been going with the flow through the major chaos of a family in transition. I\u2019d like to tell you about the time it all came to a screeching halt for me and I realized I better stop and smell the Exleys more often.<\/p>\n Shortly after the New Year 2015 I had a pregnancy scare. Meaning I thought I was pregnant. And we became more scared than we have ever been before. When we connected the dots we were on our way out of the house. It was chaos. It was \u201c3-year-old and 6-month-old\u201d chaos. The thoughts started to flood my brain, \u201cI\u2019m late, I\u2019m crabby, I\u2019m sore, I\u2019m spotting!\u201d<\/p>\n Ohdearfuckinggodohwaitthereisnogodbecauseiftherewashewouldnotallowthis.<\/p>\n We were not in a great place. We were still trying to find our new normal. If you can call it that. We were still freaking the fuck out every minute about the addition of another family member. It was not 3+1 it was 3+67=4 family members. We were on edge. This was a rare day when we decided to brave the outside because maybe it would ease the pain of the inside.<\/p>\n We decided to go to the diner as planned and get a pregnancy test later. Stupid idea. We sat in silence the entire time. I tried several times to wrap my brain around another baby. I kept breathing heavy and talking myself down from surges of anxiety. Meanwhile Jack jumped in the booth, Exley cried, we had to take turns to eat and we knew with all our hearts that we did not want a third child.<\/p>\n Here is the real deal. I mourned the end of my breastfeeding relationship with Exley. I had barely gotten to know this baby. Who is this guy? I want to know him. I want to devour him. I want to immerse myself in Exley. I had barely had time to do any of this. And as quick as he came, there he went. Like a conveyer belt. I saw him whisk by me. And as he passed in front of me I cried, I yearned for him, I felt my heart rip out of my chest. I knew that my pregnancy would dry up my milk as it did with Jack and that Exley, being so young, would not be able to comfort nurse through it. He would need donor milk or formula. And while we would make it work, it wasn\u2019t at all what I wanted.<\/p>\n As I walked to the drug store I imagined that I would seek out donor milk. That maybe possibly I could use a Supplemental Nursing System (SNS) to keep Exley at my breast. But then there would be a new baby. Exley would be just over a year. Where would we be? Where is my little boy? I would be bonding with a new baby when I already have a new baby!<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Not to mention Jack, whose little sensitive heart and soul was still trying to figure out where he stood in the new family dynamics. Jack, who was dealing with all of his big feelings by nursing. Would I nurse 3 different aged children? I felt lightheaded as I rushed down the street.<\/p>\n I was gutted. I know people do this. I know families work this stuff out all of the time and we would have too and I would be lying if I said I didn\u2019t have any fleeting feelings of excitement. But the bottom line for me was that I have not had my time with Exley. I have not had my romance with this new man in my life.<\/p>\n I wanted to be romanced by Exley. And I had not yet been. It was just all too chaotic up until then.<\/p>\n I could not sit on the toilet while I waited for the results of the pregnancy test because I knew I would fall off. My husband stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen. Waiting.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n