Usually discussions of having your first kid proceed actually having your first kid. “I want a baby” usually crops up months/years before it becomes a reality because you create a list of expectations. You want a steady career. You want a house. You want a reliable car. Once those are in place, the stars align and you are finally READY.
Yes, there is are multiple levels of apprehension during the whole process up until the birth but often is starts with a moment of certainty.
But baby number 2? There’s less pressure to have this bucket list of ways to get your life in order first. Either your life already is in order or you’ve accepted that your life will never be in order again so no need to put additional pressure on yourself. There’s a lot of questioning “are we ready? Is our first born ready?” Fewer stars feel like they’ve aligned and so you just leap and hope you really are ready when the baby comes.
I think that’s the real reason pregnancy is 9 months.
The minute you pee on that stick, your first born magically gets younger. She becomes more precious and needs 5 times your attention than she did mere minutes before. You can’t imagine your precious baby having to give up her crib? Her high chair? Her spot as the centre of my life?
But slowly she grows back to the age you remember her being. Slowly she grows into the age she really is. And slowly, you begin to realize that your little baby isn’t a little baby any more. You look in the door to her room on your way to bed one night, and lying in her crib with her soother, blanket and teddy bear — all manifestations of her babyhood — stuffed in the far corner of her crib. There is your big kid.
And in that moment you know you’re ready for the next baby.
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