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| Sadie, 2010 (just one day old!) |
As I inch closer to baby number two's arrival, it's hard not to think back to where my mind was just over three years ago before the birth of baby number one. I was nervous, excited, and scared all rolled into one. This time around, I feel similar emotions--but for entirely different reasons. This time I'm less apprehensive about the actual birth (I mean, last time I was seriously freaked out about that, yo), and more wary of the baby's actual arrival. I'm not so much worried about the basics--feeding, changing, soothing, and so on (although I think I've blocked out just how much serious sleep deprivation I'm about to experience...). Instead, I'm secretly wondering if I can possibly love this baby as much as my first. After all, my first, Sadie, is the most amazing person I have ever met and I've loved her times a million since the first second I saw her.
Now, do I logically know that I'll love the second baby a ton, too? Of course. But it's hard to fathom that it might actually be possible to love something else just as much. Is there enough room in my heart? And is it possible to love a second baby without "stealing" love from your first? We'll find out. He's coming any day now. :)
So, what do you think? Is it possible to love a second baby as much as your first? Tell me below!
1 comment:
Hi Lys! I fell in love with Annabelle even faster than with London. And I love London even more after having another--seeing her love her sister makes my heart go to mush. It's nothing short of amazing how the capacity of your heart grows exponentially with each child. Guilt sometimes creeped in sometimes because I was always holding the baby, but it was short-lived. So excited for you!
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