As my second daughter approaches one year old, I am reflecting on how I felt this time last year. Eight months pregnant, I had everything ready to go. Double stroller purchased, bassinet set up, hospital bag packed, second carseat installed. But there was one thing I was not prepared for and that was my love for a second child. I was terrified. With every kick and roll, I knew that I would love her, but there was no way I could love her as much as I loved Charley. There was just no way. I remember seeing a picture that went viral of a pregnant mother holding her toddler as we was in labor and completely bawling my eyes out. Poor poor Maddy would never be loved as much as her big sister.
Or so I thought.
Everybody tells you that you will love your children equally but differently but you can’t understand this until you actually experience it for yourself. It was literally not until I pushed her out and Matthew placed her on my chest that my heart exploded into this whole new level of love, and it has only gotten better since then. I really soaked up Charley’s infancy and loved (almost) every minute of it, but with Maddy I did even more so because I knew firsthand how quickly it would pass. Plus, knowing that this could potentially be the last of my baby days, I cherish each phase even more.
So, for all of you moms pregnant with your second and you can’t possibly imagine loving another baby as much as you love your first, fear not. It is truly indescribable. Your heart just seems to grow the moment your sweet baby is placed in your arms and the love is equally as intoxicating as the first.