Ever since Thumper turned one. (Bittersweet). I’ve been visiting a lot of my memories.
I LOVE who she is and who she is becoming.
I can’t really remember life before her, and I can’t imagine life without her. But what I do remember is how scared I was to have a second child.
I wasn’t afraid of the impending pregnancy weight gain, the food cravings, or aversions, or the eventual lack of sleep.
What I was afraid of was me.
Would the next baby be as “cool”? JBird is so dynamic and fun, I couldn’t imagine any other child being as great.
And the biggie -
Would I love a second child as much as I love JBird?
This one nagged at me. I couldn’t envision our lives with another child, life already felt so full. Would this mean I’d neglect the baby when it came? That I wouldn’t like it? Love it?
what if I didn’t really like the new baby? Could this happen?
But I funny thing happened
the VERY MOMENT she was born. I swear my heart grew.
There was room in it that I wasn’t aware of and it was filled with absolute love for Thumper.
And as she grows, I find she is her own very interesting person, different from her big sister. And just as fun and dynamic.
I’m so glad we had a second a child.
Were you nervous about having another child? Are you nervous about having a second child?