*When compared to having two kids 13.5 months apart.
First child: Everything is a life threatening disaster. The baby is crying and I don’t know why! Read all the books! Call The Super Nanny! The baby touched grass! Is there any in his mouth? Call 911! How on earth are you supposed to bathe a slippery tiny baby? We are failing!!!
Having a second child when first child is hardly a year old: AHHHHHHHH! All the babies are crying! Now I’m crying! I got one to sleep… NO! The awake one woke the sleeping one up! I will never sleep again! Ok, now they are both asleep at the same time… Do I shower/eat/clean/sleep or exercise? And don’t even get me started on trying to go anywhere.
Third child, intelligently spaced 3 years after the second: Sure, eat grass, you will be just fine! If those other two survived so will you… I hear you crying, I will be there after I wipe up the cup of milk your sibling spilled/wipe someone’s bum/break up a fight/stir the soup/finish this cookie!
But seriously. Some people say that having three kids made them go nuts. I think that having two babies so close together was significantly harder. Now that I have two older kids (3 & 4, ha!) that can walk, dress themselves (if they want), speak in complete sentences about their dislike of my cooking, and occasionally entertain themselves for 5 minutes straight it seems that having a baby isn’t as difficult as I remember. Don’t get me wrong. Babies are still insanely hard, and three kids is not like having only one, and if you see us at the store you will probably judge me to be completely insane (correct judgement), but really, REALLY it is so much easier than the transition from one baby to two babies. Three kids is much smarter than two babies. (No offense twins.)
So anyway, if you were thinking about having three kids, I recommend it. Especially if you like fighting with three small humans at naptime, bedtime, mealtime, getting dressed time, shopping time, clean up time… Wait, this was supposed to be pro-3 kids…