There is nothing like your first born. The newness. The rawness. The unexpected. The worry and the fear and the thousands upon thousands of pictures. That sneaking suspicion your baby is the first one in history to sit up so soon. The Google searches and the calls to Mom. The first diaper change, bath, bottle, and swaddle with shaky hands. The first boo-boo. The first real tears. The constant guilt. The rise and fall of failure and success, multiple times a day. The exhaustion and the second-winds. The one-on-one play time. The one-on-one reading time. The one-on-one chats. The feeling that life has begun again. The excitement of what you’ll discover tomorrow. And the eventual acknowledgement that you want a bigger family… but aren’t sure how to love someone as much as your first.
There is nothing like your second born. The confidence you’ve earned. The experience of pure love and attachment sooner than expected. The ability to enjoy it quicker. The noticing of differences without judgement. Fun comparisons and thoughtful reminiscing. Less of an urge to pull out the camera, knowing that memories don’t go away. Meaningful lessons ingrained and new perspectives gained. Less guilt about some things, more guilt about others. Realizing you can certainly love someone just as much as your first, but just so differently too. The chaos and beauty of siblings. Exhaustion with less of a second-wind. Team-pride. The eventual acknowledgement that babyhood is fleeting…and that tiny pit in your stomach when you ask yourself, what if this is it?