A question that’s been on my mind since discovering I was pregnant is “how can I ever love another child as much as my first?”. Whether that is something that goes through all second time mums minds, or it’s just me over thinking things I don’t know, but it continues to stick in my mind. I just can’t imagine having that overwhelming rush of love you get when you hold your newborn baby in your arms for the first time again.
When I was pregnant with my daughter, what seems like a lifetime ago, I fell in love with a tiny little six week baby on the sonographer’s screen and couldn’t help but shed tears of joy. This time around, my much longed for baby has been seen 3 times on screen and although I love seeing him/her and it brings a smile to my face watching my little wriggler dance across the screen, it hasn’t induced those rather illusive happy tears. I couldn’t help thinking this was a sign of things to come and maybe I really wasn’t capable of loving another child as much as I love my daughter.
But then as my pregnancy has progressed and my little wriggler has grown stronger and stronger and I’ve felt his/her movements more and more each day, I’ve fallen in love with the little monkey that seems to think my bladder is some kind of squeeze toy and although I still can’t imagine loving anyone as much as I love my daughter I know that loving this baby won’t be an issue at all, I’m already there after all! I guess only time can tell how I will feel once the little one is born.
Has anyone else ever felt like this? Are we as parents capable of loving subsequent children as much as our first?