When I’ve spoken to my mom friends over the years, it seems like most of them had the hardest time going from one baby to two. They were able to handle one baby, felt like they were in the swing of things, and when number two arrived, everything just went crazy.
I always thought the opposite about when I had my kids.
With my first baby, I was so lost. I’d read the books, bought the products, talked to everyone I knew with a baby. But when she was born, I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
But by the time my second baby came along, I was finally hitting my stride. Another baby wasn’t hard for me, thankfully. She was another sweet little bundle to take along with us and I just packed double the diapers, bottles and wipes when we headed out.
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I will admit that there was one thing about having a second child that was hard, though. The guilt.
Would I love the second baby as much as I loved my first? I honestly didn’t see how that could be possible.
Would my first baby suffer or feel neglected? It had just been the three of us for so long. Would she be sad or somehow affected because we’d be sharing our time with another baby?
Of course, once our second daughter was born, I knew that all of that worry was for nothing.
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I loved and adored my second baby just as much as I did my first one. There is no limit to a mom’s love and there is definitely an infinite love available for all of my children.
And that worry I’d had that my first would feel left out? I needn’t have worried. She adored the baby as much as we did. She loved being “Mommy’s Helper” and handing me a diaper for the baby. Or giving the baby kisses on her forehead to make her feel better when she cried.
She still loves her little sister fiercely, and they both, in turn, love their little brother the same way.
I’m thankful that I decided to have another baby, despite my worries. We have three beautiful, amazing children now and I can’t imagine it any other way.
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