The second kid

I was just reading some of my old blog posts from when K was born. I haven't been posting that much about X because he's a newborn, and all healthy newborns are more or less the same. We haven't seen much evidence of his personality yet, and he doesn't do much. So it's been funny reading all the tiny little details I recorded about K as a newborn. He feeds! He sleeps, poorly! He poops! It's all so new and noteworthy with the first kid.

I understand now why there are always fewer pictures of the second kid. It's not that having a kid is old hat and you don't care as much. It's that you realize you had way too many pictures of the first kid. Here he is at six days old! And here at six days, two hours! And here again at six days, two hours, but from a different angle. Here are twelve more pictures of him that we took twenty minutes later because we changed his outfit after he spat up all over the other one.

I also recorded in detail my experience as a new mom. Again, the details aren't unique, but they are a lot different than this time around. I had a much harder time with K, which looking back, I blame in large part on my difficult C section recovery. At this point last time around, I posted that I still needed pain medication occasionally, wasn't really close to my normal level of activity, and had just managed to take a slower than usual walk around the neighborhood. I also had a lot more anxiety as a first-time mom that I don't have with X. With K, I was always worried that I wasn't doing the right thing. With X, I figure that even though I probably screwed up a lot with K, he turned out just fine, so I should just do whatever I think is best.