The second time around

I know that a lot of first time mom’s can relate to my experience when I had my son almost 3 years ago(shesh, time does fly!). I found out I was pregnant, got all the necessary and unnecessary baby gear, joined a prenatal yoga class and started my research on hospitals and cord blood banking. Being pregnant for the first time, I was so excited and basked in all the attention from strangers, family and friends…”when are you due?” “do you know what you’re having?” “picked a name?” Then came the big day, I couldn’t wait to meet the little peanut who had been kicking me for the past 9 months. An induction, breaking the water, epidural and c-section, and 14 hours later he was finally here…and pissed off!

The first 4 months are a haze of screaming, poop, crying(him and me), frustration, doctor’s visits and more crying(mostly me). I remember thinking, “what the hell did I do? I wish I was pregnant again….ah, sweet, sweet naivety.” For the first 4 months of my son’s life, he was gassy, colicky, fussy, intense and just generally pissed off with his new circumstances. It occurred to me why people only have one child….once is plenty thank you. So when I found out I was pregnant again, I was a bit apprehensive to do it all over again.

Well, we’re 4 months into my daughter’s life and I’m happy to report that I’m having a blast! It’s so much easier the second time around…even WITH a demanding toddler running around. I’m calmer and she’s calm and happy and easily predictable. I think that with the first child, we mothers spend our time worrying about when are they going to roll over, when will the colic end, when will they sit up, when, when, when. So much worrying that we forget to have fun and enjoy our babies. I’m enjoying it so much more the second time around and every tim I look at her I think, “I’m going to kiss, kiss, kiss you all the time because soon, you won’t want me to.” Now, don’t get me wrong, my son is awesome. His full of spirit and life and he’s smart and hilarious and challenging and all those things that I complain and love about him….the little quirks that make up the fabric of “him,” and I wouldn’t trade a thing. But, as far as actually ENJOYING and taking more time to appreciate the second one, well, I’ve made it a point, no, my mission to do it better the second time around.

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