When baby #1 arrived, he completely turned my world upside down.
As expected, he came first in everything – governing when I ate, slept, showered, even ruling on whether I could ever sit down (which quite frankly, was never!).
My life changed to become his life. My world stopped to begin his world.
So when baby #2 arrived, I expected the same monumental shift to occur again. Babies are demanding little things, why would this one be any different?
What did happen in our family dynamic, however, was … absolutely nothing.
My world still revolved predominantly around child #1. And the life of baby #2 simply had to fit in with that.
She’s not fussed at having to hang around in bed most mornings whilst I chase Mr4 around the house – attempting to get his undies off of his head and onto his bum.
And she seems quite content to sit and wait, whilst I scrape Weetbix off the floor, wipe his nose, take him to soccer … you get the idea.
Now though she is quite gentle natured, I’m sure this is more than simply a personality thing. It is also a second child thing. I think that from day dot, she has just accepted that she doesn’t always come first.
A lesson that Mr4 still hasn’t fathomed.
But does being born second, always mean coming second?
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