Every Child is Different
Everyone says this, but I think moms don't believe it until they actually have the second child and that baby---surprise, surprise---is different. For me it started while my second child R was in the womb. With H, my older one, I had had mild morning sickness, it was more like sour stomach. Unfortunately it lasted the entire pregnancy and the only way I felt better was by eating carbs, hence the 60 lb weight gain. With R, I was vomiting from very early on in the pregnancy. I thought, this baby must be a girl because the pregnancy is so different. It was painful to endure, but I was happy because I was going to have the girl I wanted. It would be great, one of each and we would be done.
Of course, life doesn't cooperate and at week 20, we found out R was a boy. I would have to stop calling the baby Rachel and hope that my having done that for the first half of the pregnancy didn't leave any lasting influence on his psyche.
H is very high strung. A good friend of mine lovingly calls him the little lunatic. If you can imagine the energy level of a Tasmanian devil, that would be a good analogy for H. So the thought of having two of these crazy creatures made my eyes water. I kept asking the technician, "are you sure? Could there be a mistake?" It took me some time to get used to the idea, but eventually I shipped off the girl clothes and shoes I had bought to my friend who actually had a girl. The rest of the pregnancy, I prepared for R thinking of all the things I had needed for H. But R was to teach me that he was NOT a mini H and a second boy didn't mean I was getting two of the same.
From the moment he was born, R has done so many things differently than H. It was within minutes that he was placed on the breast and showed me that I could successfully breastfeed. H had never latched on and I had spent seven months pumping. R wasn't weaned until 14 months and never had a bottle. I wasted so much money buying eight different kinds of formula and six different bottles. Nothing worked. It was terrible because the doctor told me that my breastmilk wasn't very nutritious. Thankfully he grew taller but he still remains in the bottom of the percentile charts for weight. I never thought this would be an issue since H had been in the 95th percentile for weight his entire first year.Continued on the next page