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The second child

Adjusting to the newest member of the family isn’t easy, but it can be interesting

I had my firstborn M four years after I got married. Countless trips to different fertility doctors revealed that I suffered from polycystic ovarian disease (PCOD). In layman’s term, my eggs refused to leave my ovaries and go to the fallopian tube at the right time in my cycle. I underwent many invasive procedures and drank various medical concoctions to correct this condition. Nothing worked. Finally, I gave up the painful, tiresome, and expensive treatments. But as it turned out, a trip to Sydney, away from our stress-filled jobs, was all my husband and I needed to do to conceive. Hours spent exploring the city, long lunches, and uninterrupted conversations proved to be the perfect prescription. What a wonderful moment it was when I showed my husband the two lines on my pregnancy kit! It reduced him to tears.

  • My son sees his sister for the first time

  • Studies show that second born children are likely to be independent, adventurous,  and a bit rebellious.

  • Spend as much time with your kids as you can. There is no rewind button

  • Exploring the world one place at a time with my kids

  • My son sees his sister for the first time
  • Studies show that second born children are likely to be independent, adventurous, and a bit rebellious.
  • Spend as much time with your kids as you can. There is no rewind button
  • Exploring the world one place at a time with my kids

 The Firstborn Syndrome

When we had M, every ounce of my energy and attention went into taking care of my son. Looking at him was like looking at the mirror. To this day, people would tell him, “You look like your mother.” M liked being told that. “Yes, I do!” he would answer back.

When M turned two, my husband and I thought it would be good for our son to have a sibling. “Kawawa naman. He will be alone,” we both said. So tried we did but another brother—what both my “boys” wanted— was not in the cards. We settled into a comfortable happy routine. We traveled a lot. The husband took hundreds of photos, which I painstakingly arranged in albums. We were happy.

Unexpected Arrival

A month after M’s seventh birthday, I found out I was pregnant. My son had made up his mind on what to name his brother only to be told, a few months later, that “Mommy is going to have a best friend! It’s a girl!” The look of disappointment on his face said it all. “Maybe you made a mistake? Can you check again, please?” M asked the doctor.

R, my second child, came out crying loudly on April 28, 2011. She bawled constantly. All the time. Her stay in the terrible two stage was way overdue. It was only when she turned four that her temperament became more stable. She was sweet, talkative, funny, and a born entertainer. My “boys” loved her! But as it was with most siblings, brother and sister would argue about everything. My son reveled in making R cry just for the fun of it. “But she’s so cute when she cries, mom,” he would argue after being reprimanded.

We all had to adjust to welcome the newest member of our family. But it’s different now the second time around. For one, I don’t worry as much. The husband still takes tons of pictures but I haven’t come around to making her albums. Well, almost. Everything is now posted and saved on Facebook. My friends tell me that it’s because I’ve already eased into the parenting role.

I can’t imagine life without my daughter. I wanted to have a second child so that my son would not grow up alone. Oh, how wrong I was. R came to our lives not as a piece of a puzzle that would complete her brother’s life. God gave her to us so she can grow up to be her own unique person. Life is so much more interesting and fuller with my adorable and feisty daughter.

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