I went to a baby shower for a friend the other day. She's having her second baby, so she was asking those of us who had two (or more) how the transition was. We started talking about how your heart literally grows, that you really do love the second as much as you love the first (something that seems so impossible beforehand). And one of my friends described it perfectly:
"While I was pregnant with my second, I pictured my love as one pie that I'd have to split in half," and she traced in the air a circle. "Each baby would get some of the pie, and it would be my job to make it even." She split the air pie in half with her finger. "What I didn't realize is I wouldn't have to split that pie at all; I'd actually just have two pies." And she held one imaginary pie in each hand.
"While I was pregnant with my second, I pictured my love as one pie that I'd have to split in half," and she traced in the air a circle. "Each baby would get some of the pie, and it would be my job to make it even." She split the air pie in half with her finger. "What I didn't realize is I wouldn't have to split that pie at all; I'd actually just have two pies." And she held one imaginary pie in each hand.
It's the absolute truth. My heart is two pies - each baby gets her own. It's beautiful and lovely, and perfectly amazing. When I had Annabelle, my heart practically ached with all the happiness that was going on. I didn't think I could know more happiness. Indeed, I do. That Lou is her own little pie. And I love it just as much as the first.
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Thats so cute. Our sweet Sydney has been with us for 5 weeks. I can't quite describe the love I feel for her. It's overwhelming how much I love her and want to care for her, but also surprised by how I still get tired and frustrated. You were right when you were talking about "smelling like sour milk and not having time to brush your teeth" but still being sooo happy. I understand that.
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