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The Second Arrival

With the arrival of the second baby life changes beyond recognition. Here are a few home truths that comes from experience:

#1 You have already experienced pregnancy with your first born. So your growing frame is not going to make you wonder-struck again. That does not mean you would love your second child any less. And yes, every pregnancy is different.

#2. Guilt - thy other name is motherhood. You start living a life of guilt- you feel guilty of robbing your first-born of his exclusive status, you feel guilt towards your second one for not adequately loving it, you feel guilty of renegading your husband to some obscure corner in your life, your guilty of not maintaining a spick and span house..etc The list is practically endless. Having an extended family makes life a lot easier.

#3. You will forever be exhausted. Children right from inception are a drain on your energy. You will be depleted of all your patience, sleep, life source and will still have to be up on your feet. The little task masters are very demanding and what can ever stand against a tiny non-stop wailing baby?

#4. You cannot please the world. Everyone and their cousin will have suggestions of what will help you lose those pounds and what to feed your babies so they can gain more weight. Ask them to take a walk. The world as such pretends to understand or empathise with mothers only to snigger at their back. Give them the middle finger.

#5  Husbands turn into full-time fathers only after the second one arrives. Till then they oscillate between being a very bewildered new dad and a sulking you-have-no-time-for-me husband. Once the second one arrives they transform into hands-on dads. They grow more responsible and so much more endurable. Ok, lets make that adorable. :)

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