You often hear people talk about the overwhelming love they have for their children and sure, it all sounds really lovely and you’re sure they love their kids. Then you have one of your own. Boom. Heart full to the brim and fit to burst approximately 25 times a day because you cannot cope with all the love you have for this tiny human that you made. Yes, you. You made that tiny person. Now you understand where these people were coming from. They fill your heart. They are what I like to call ‘The Most’. The one who makes you smile the most, cry the most, lose your patience the most, laugh the most… Be the most happy you have ever been. You immerse yourself in them. They are the first thing you think of when you wake, the last thing you think of before you sleep… The thing you think of 4 times a night when they wake you up! But they are your everything, you give them your all.

We were certain on extending our family and the thought of having to ‘find more love’ for another baby always weighed on my mind a little. I mean, look at what I just said. You give your first born your ALL, because you CAN. Because it’s only them. I’d not really been thinking about it so much and had just been focusing on general life and getting through each day whilst carrying around an extra stone in weight (seriously, where does it all come from, I’m pretty sure the baby is a tiny part of that!) and then just over two weeks ago whilst I was sitting packing for a hen do in Barcelona something happened that didn’t feel right. There was a small… gush. Off to the loo I trotted to be confronted with a whole heap of very wet blood. It turns out that the membranes of my waters had ruptured. Long story short, the new baby will now be with us sooner than we expected… in 3 and half weeks to be more exact… If he doesn’t decide to make an appearance before then.

Whilst I was very concerned about the well being of my new baby (so far so good by the way, he’s doing great) I also became very aware that my time left with Leo was now much shorter.

How do I do it? How do I make room for two when my heart is already full to the brim? I find myself just watching him, even more so than I already did before. I don’t grumble if he wants a second bed time story. When he hugs me I hold on a little bit longer. His, hell, both of our worlds are imminently about to be turned upside down and I feel so sad to think that we will lose our one on one time together. Pregnancy hormones are making me an emotional wreck and I could cry thinking about it every time we have a little chat.

Someone told me that I shouldn’t be afraid of having to share my love because that’s not how it works. Your love doubles in size, your heart grows; whether you believe it can or not it does. Your children will be different people and so you will love them the same but for different reasons. It seemed to make a lot of sense to me.

Did you find this was the case when you had a second (or third or fourth) baby? We’re you anxious before their arrival about whether you could find room for all the love? I’d also love any tips on ways of including Leo in his baby brothers life without him feeling put out. I read that having photos of them on your bed side lets them know you’re always thinking of them. He’s chosen a teddy (whilst in the local super market he randomly came out with ‘Mommy, the baby would like a Teddy’. I died.) and he can’t wait to present it to him. I figure he will become my number one nappy changing assistant but I’m trying to think of things to try and help prepare him before the arrival… Although I guess nothing can really prepare them for the arrival of a new baby.

And so , with all this going on this may be my last post for a little while whilst we finish getting things ready for his arrival. Thanks for all your well wishes during the pregnancy, from getting involved in name suggestions to all of your encouraging words about giving breastfeeding a bash this time round.

See you on the other side!

Image by Little Beanies Photography