They say a pregnancy is the most beautiful thing that could happen to a woman, which explains why most of them look forward to it.
I was one of them.
Like many women, the blossoming new life, the smell of powder, the adorable little feet and cute giggles were very stimulating and inspired me to have a baby of my own.
So when I got pregnant, it didn’t take me too long to look at every single baby magazine, and to visit all the baby shops around town. I wanted to get the cutest outfits and prepare the nursery for the arrival of the little bundle of joy that I was expecting.
My first pregnancy, summarized in one word, was a fairytale. It was like a roller coaster ride full of great emotions, and a perfect way to approach and discover motherhood.
Like all moms expecting their first child, I was taking extra care in handling my pregnancy in the very best way. I was reading the weekly progress of my baby through the newsletters that I was receiving. I was eating the best types of food a baby needed. I was arriving early to every single appointment at the OBG.
The truth is, I was looking for reassurance that I was on the right track
in handling a new life, and I wanted to make absolutely sure that I was going to be a good mom. Doing things the right way was comforting.
In addition, I was given a great deal of attention from family and friends. Everyone was asking me about the progress of my baby, how I felt, about the planning and preparation, whether I needed some advice, help, you name it. Basically, questions, care and affection were pouring in from all over the place, so much so that I wasn’t sure how to handle it anymore.
To top it all off, I didn’t have any terrible pregnancy symptoms, especially in my first trimester. This made my pregnancy feel smooth and easy, to the point that I thought I could produce 10 babies.
And so, when I got pregnant with my second child, I expected to go through the same process: The planning and preparation, the best foods, the weekly updates on my baby’s progress, the excitement, etc.
This time around, I was excited but that excitement was not nearly so exquisite.
The impact of that first experience, the one that feels special and unique, was not there anymore.
The magic was gone.
To make matters worse, I had a more challenging first trimester as I experienced the terrible nausea and fatigue. This was new territory for me. And I wasn’t ready for it.
The nausea made it practically impossible for me to eat the same healthy foods that I had when I was pregnant with my first. I was feeling sleepy and tired most of the time and I wanted to spend every bit of energy left that I had with my daughter. She was still around and needed me to be there for her.
It felt like I was letting my unborn baby down, that I was not giving the same care and attention as I had given the first.
A couple of weeks down the road, I got to thinking about what had happened since my first pregnancy: My baby was born; I went back to work; for two years I had to juggle between a full-time job, a baby and my studies; and my sweet newborn turned into a toddler with an opinion.
Basically, life had changed a lot since the first day I brought her home.
In the past two and a half years, my daughter has become a strong-willed little girl who knows what she wants (well, most of the time) and knows how to ask for it, and it was precisely this transition that had brought us down to earth.
Without realizing it, I had adapted to her needs and transitioned with her from the world of fantasies to the world where we live in today: The real world.
Naturally, when I got pregnant with my second, I was not the same person anymore. Pregnancy, labor, maternity, babies and their needs were no longer new to me. I knew what to expect and I didn’t need the same reassurance, because my experience was talking on my behalf.
When the nausea hit in my first trimester, I knew that my baby would be fine even if I didn’t eat the best food in town. I knew that I didn’t have to prepare the nursery eight months in advance. I also knew that I wouldn’t have to buy as much stuff as I did with my first because most of it was useless anyway.
Today, I am taking the time to enjoy every day of this pregnancy. I find it even more exciting than the first, as I have one toddler running around my house and the other kicking inside of me.
In the fairytale pregnancy, there is just one baby. But in the “reality” pregnancy, there are two.
And that makes the second pregnancy so much more worthwhile than the first.
If you liked this post, you might also enjoy
Like this post?
Liked it? Pin it and read it later