Iâ€™m Much More Appreciative Of My Second Child Because He Will Be My Last
My daughter, who is now nine, was an â€œoopsieâ€ baby. Come on. I know Iâ€™m not the only one who conceived while drunk. Anyway, now that I also have a newborn, after much thought and planning, itâ€™s a whole different experience.Â I’ve come to realize that I appreciate my son much more than I did my daughter. This sounds sort of awful, but hear me out.
When I had my daughter, I had no idea what to expect, like all first time mothers. I really didnâ€™t understand the sleep deprivation or how much a baby changes your life. Because I was ten years younger than I was now, I was still interested in having a social life and the fact that having a baby distanced me from some of my friends was hurtful. As was the constant noise, which I was not used to.
Mostly, what I can remember from having my daughter, is the sleepless nights, trying to get her asleep again once she woke up, andâ€¦ um, that she had no hair. But this time around, having a baby almost a decade later, knowing that for sure this was going to be my last, I appreciate everything about him so much more. Even during pregnancy, I didnâ€™t complain as much as I did the first time around. Yes, my back hurt. Yes, I had these awful leg cramps. And, yet, I couldnâ€™t wait to meet the little man.
With my daughter, I can honestly say I wasnâ€™t even interested in buying furniture or designing her room. Her father and I went to Pottery Barn, while I sat in a chair, and told the sales employee that we were having a girl and please just pick out everything we need. I was out of the Pottery Barn in an hour. Her room was decorated when I was in the hospital, by an interior decorator.
Donâ€™t get me wrong. The second I saw her I burst out into tears, the good kind of tears, and that moment will always remain my favorite memory of all time. But ask me about any of her other milestones?