Was anyone scared to have a second child?
After I had my five-year-old, I wondered how it was possible to ever love someone else that much. I literally had pain in my chest when I thought about how much I loved her. I even called my mother up one day, crying, asking her how she could have had four of us, and still had any room in her heart. She told me, “You just do. Your heart grows with each one, and MAKES room.” It still didn’t make much sense. But, I always knew I wanted more than one . . . When my daughter was a little over 2 1/2, I found out I was pregnant again. I didn’t know how I’d ever find the time or the room to love the new baby as much as I did her! She was my entire world; every other thought I had was about her, and every other word out of my mouth. The funny thing was, after I delivered my second daughter, while I was holding her little minutes-old self in my arms, my oldest walked in the door of the delivery room. I was, literally, in shock after my delivery, and still not quite rational. I looked at my littl
