When I found out I was pregnant with my second while my first was still in diapers, I laughed and then I cried. Two under two. People said we were brave. I felt something closer to terrified.
The early months were exactly as chaotic as everyone warned. My toddler needed me, my newborn needed me, and there was only one of me. My Cub Wrap became the tool that made it possible to be in two places at once.
I could wear the baby and still sit on the floor building block towers. I could nurse in the wrap while reading books to my toddler. I could calm both children simultaneously, which felt like a superpower on the hardest days.
Now they're two and three, and the wrap still comes out when someone is sick or teething or just needs extra closeness. It has worn soft with use, familiar and comforting to both of them.
Two under two was hard. It was beautiful and exhausting and transformative. And I wouldn't trade a single moment of it.