Unfortunately, the first baby rocks your world, it turns your life upside down and changes it forever. The second child doesn't get to do that to you, it just fits in where it can.
Don't get me wrong, I mean no disrespect to Carson, I love him just as much as I ever did, but the second child is well...so enjoyable. Moments are so much easier to treasure. It's not shadowed with the stress of the newness of it, you don't have to learn how to change a diaper, when to feed her, what each cry means. You don't stay up at night just staring at her in wonderment, pure wonderment of what you have created or wondering if she's breathing, if she's hungry, or needs a change. You just sleep and if she cries to loud then you get up and tend to her and go back to sleep.
She still makes you tired, she still screams in the carseat when you are driving down the road or poops right as you are loading her into the car but the second time it's just not as big of a deal. You're over it already. You don't pull over on the road to feed her, you just let her go until you get where you are going, because let's face it, there's another kid in the other carseat who will scream much louder if you do stop and prevent him from going where HE wants to go.
You don't care if people see your boobs that much this time, you prefer to feed her at a playdate because then you have other people to watch the first child instead of risking the inevitable mishchief your first child will get into while you are nursing and he knows you are rendered helpless for at least a few moments.
This baby, this baby girl of mine makes me very happy, as did my baby boy, but I just don't worry as much this time and for that I am greatful.
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