When my second born was put onto my chest right after she was pulled out, I felt relieved. For my pain was eased. For the baby had finally arrived - safely and with loud cries. I first noticed her reddish dark skin and thick hair along her upper shoulders and back of her neck. She was just amazing! Somehow she was calm in my embrace despite her first loud cries. I held her on my chest while she was trying to nurse. For the next hour, it’s just the both of us: me holding her and her nursing calmly - in one of the ICU rooms, under the blinding light of lamps on the ceiling and in the buzzing cold of the AC breeze. Within that first hour, something came to mind. I wasn’t sure that it was something worth thinking about. I might be just exhausted so I couldn’t think straight, or the fact that everything went well simply calmed me down so I just didn’t bother thinking about anything bad at all. Only when a nurse came taking my baby for further observations then I thought about my first born - my son. At that time, he was away with his dad at our relatives’s house and it was only a little while ago that he was with me before I delivered, and how I missed him! How could I miss my first baby when it was my second baby I was holding in my embrace?!
Honestly, when I first knew that I was pregnant with my daughter, I felt surprised in some sort of annoyance. I know, I know - why did I even feel that way toward her? But the truth was: I wasn’t ready for my second baby - because I know it’s going to be very hard to go through another pregnancy while raising a one-year old kid. To make it worse, it has always been only my husband and I teaming up - no other family members to help us out. I still clearly remember how I actually felt about my first pregnancy - I also freaked out mostly for not feeling ready. But since it was my first, I simply loved it soon after finding it out.
And the second one freaked me out much more - for I hadn’t had the experience of raising a baby and a toddler altogether while also living my own life! With my baby boy, it was quite hard - many new things to learn, many mistakes, all sorts of feelings and emotions, and most notably: the exhaustion. Then how was I gonna be when having two little kids?!
I think I treasured my first pregnancy the most - like, you know, I finally got to know how it feels to be pregnant and to have baby.
And the second one freaked me out much more - for I hadn’t had the experience of raising a baby and a toddler altogether while also living my own life! With my baby boy, it was quite hard - many new things to learn, many mistakes, all sorts of feelings and emotions, and most notably: the exhaustion. Then how was I gonna be when having two little kids?!
At that first hour of my second baby and I were bonding, I knew just what I were thinking of: I loved my daughter in an instant from the second that she was held in my arms, yet I wished that my son were the only baby.