Remember way back when I posted this blog post? And most people voted that it was harder to go from 2 kids to 3 kids. That seemed to be the biggest transition.
Well, I am here to tell you my opinions only and how it worked for me. 
) Because I know you all deep down are dying to know. And the answer??? For me it was so much harder going from 1 kid to 2 then 2 to 3. But wait! before you all freak out. My situation is so much different (or maybe not). So let em tell you why.
When I was pregnant with Avalon, Dan and I lived in an apartment in La Habra. And you all know how that goes. I had to drag the laundry 1 mile to the laundry room. I had to walk 1 mile to my car. Of course that is if it wasn’t towed. My car got towed once a month in La Habra because there was never enough parking at our complex. I probably paid close to $2000 in towing fees over 1 year. As soon as I had Avalon I said I don’t want to do this anymore. So, we moved. )
We moved to to an apartment in Orange. Where I still had to park way far away form my front door. But the laundry room was way closer. So, that made up for it I guess. :o) Then when Avalon was a year old, Dan and I decided to get pregnant again. We both knew we only wanted 2 kids. (haha I know) So we said why not have them close together. Lets get the baby years out of the way. Plus they will be close in age and be best friends. (haha I know). That time being pregnant totally sucked. Dan had just moved over to a conductor. Before, he worked in the yard. Now he was gone for two weeks on training. I was working at BP. Which meant I was up all night with a teething one year old. Or as I remember, a throwing up in the middle of the night one year old. lol. I had to drop her off at daycare at 5am. Then work 10 hours. Then come home and take care of her AND be pregnant all by myself. Dan was gone a lot. Sometimes because they way our schedules worked out we could go weeks without seeing each other. When i would bring groceries in from the car I would try to make Avalon walk so that I could carry as many bags as I could and make as little trips as possible. But Avalon didn’t want to walk. And it usually ended up with both of us crying in the parking lot. I was never one of those people who would leave Avalon in the house while i went back and forth to the car. To me it was too far and something would happen to her. So i dragged her back and forth. And refused to carry her. Which looking back i think that was my mistake. I should have just sucked it up and carried her. Oh well.
Luckily for me, Nolan was the easiest baby ever. :o) But, Avalon was not. She was never jealous of Nolan. But, she was only 20 months when he was born. She still wanted to be carried around. She waned to help with the baby. And she still needed me to do 99% of everything for her. oh yeah, and we bought our first home and I was also packing up our apartment for over a month. Then we moved when Nolan was only 1 month old. that was hard. I don’t recommend that. lol
Also, I hate to say this. But I think a lot of it was the facet that I was only 23 years old. I now had a 2 year old and a newborn. And while many people can do that just fine I was not one of them. I was tired. All the time. I was tired of being tired. I wanted to sleep. lol. And I was pretty much a single parent. Dan was always gone. Or he was home sleeping and i was trying to figure out how to keep two kids quiet all the time. I got up at 4am everyday and headed to Orange County to work. I got home at 5pm every night. And didn’t go to bed till 10. Then was woken up two or three times a night. I had a ton of help from my mom. A ton. I don’t know what i ever would have done without her. But it was still hard.
Now, with Logan everything was totally different. Dan was home a lot. It was two steps from my car to the front door. Avalon and Nolan were old enough to help me with anything and everything. I worked 10 minutes from my house. I didn’t have to be there till 8:30 and I was home by 5:30. I didn’t have to watch Avalon and Nolan’s every move. I didn’t have to worry about them chocking on toys or drowning in the bathtub. During the day the kids were in school/preschool. For the first time I didn’t spend my 6 weeks post partum packing and moving. And i wasn’t rushing back to work at the 6 week mark. And I didn’t care about sleeping or not sleeping anymore. I think I was finally used to not sleeping. I really enjoyed my entire pregnancy (minus the month where I had the flu) and I enjoyed the whole 2 months i was home with Logan and taking care of him.
And there is probably so much more I am forgetting about. So, for me, transitioning to 3 kids was easy peasy compared to transitioning to two kids. Having three kids is no where near as hard as I thought it would be. But, also a lot of that has to do with the fact that Logan is a few years younger then his brother and sister. I think if he had been right being Nolan by a year or even 2 it would have been a whole other story.
