Second children are wonderful, magical, beautiful, bat-shit crazy, little beings. But they are never, ever (EVER) what you expect.
If you are expecting your second child – or reading this while holding your brand new second baby – and you think you know what is coming. Trust me, you don’t. You really, really don’t.
My second is everything her older brother isn’t, and isn’t anything that he is.
She is a whizzing ball of climbing, jumping, disobedient, sleep stealing, independent, loving, solo flying, fire. He is a chilling, rule loving, team player, board game fanatical, friend making, caring, bundle of confidence.
I thought I had it sussed by the time my daughter was born. My son loved routine, so would she. My son slept through the night at 9 weeks, so would she. My son was an unbelievably easy baby, so would she be. Man, was I wrong.
From the word go she was a completely different kettle of fish. Where he was easy, she was hard. Where he was hard, she was easy. And it just went on from there.
I had to learn the whole parenting thing all over again. Because, much to my shock, I was now parenting a completely different child. They definitely didn’t put THAT in my baby manual.
But hey, now I know, I’m passing on my knowledge to you. Get ready. Get ready to adapt your parenting style for number 2, as what works for one, won’t necessarily work for the other.
But also be prepared for the utter delight at a child that’s different to the one before. That beautiful baby that is a one of a kind. The joy of discovering what they love, who they are and what works for them.
Second children are awesome (I should know, I am one), but the definitely are never what you expect. And that’s wonderful in its own way.