1st versus 2nd

The love you feel for your first child is something indescribable. Everything must be perfect for the arrival of this little prince or princess to your castle. It’s a gold medal paradigm for this bundle of joy.
With subsequent children, it’s safe to say that standards have slipped a little. I didn’t think this would happened for us until at least the 3rd child onwards but poor old Mini Mini is getting nowhere near the level of care that her elder sister, the first born queen, received.

Some recent examples from Mini HQ include-

1st child
Bottles are sterilised ad infinum and that 30 minute boiling time for preparation of new bottles is strictly adhered to. Unused formula is disposed of within the two hour timeframe. Soothers are plucked off the ground the second they fall and dosed in appropriate hot water. Any foreign object inserted into child’s mouth is instantly removed.
2nd child
Bottles given to child for an indefinite amount of time. 30 minute boiling time goes out the window. Soothers are dusted off or worse, popped into parent’s mouths for sterilisation purposes. Child eats grass/dirt/worms with minimum intervention.

1st child
Each item of clothing lovingly hand picked and washed before placed on child.
2nd child
If they share the same gender it’s a case of hand me downs, hand me downs and more hand me downs. Boy or girl, however, no item of clothing is ever prewashed.

1st child
Falls on floor, is instantly scooped up and reassured that everything is alright amid a flurry of kisses and cuddles.
2nd child
Falls on floor, picked up after a time, patted on back, halfheartedly told everything will be fine.

1st child
Is bought every toy, mat,accessory known to man. Has enough plastic and furniture to fill a small baby store.
2nd child
Those three little words again-hand.me.downs that are chewed to within an inch of their plastically enhanced lives.

1st child
Brought to cafés,bars and restaurant on a weekly basis.
2nd child
Two kids is just too much to handle when eating out so the closest no 2 gets to cafe society is playing with the take away menus.

1st child
Sneezes/develops unknown rash/has ever so slightly raised temperature means that blind panic ensues as every parenting book is hastily flicked through, the computer is fired up to peruse the all knowing Goggle and the number of the local public health nurse is rapidly punched into the mobile in order to assuage fears that baby doesn’t have
a) meningitis
b) some rare strain of Kawosaki disease.
c) cancer cos all Google-ly enhanced paths eventually lead to cancer.
2nd child
The same steps are followed if perhaps a little less hastily for that dark cloud that is parental worry fails to dissipate when it comes to mystery ailments even after time.

1st child
Each and every first smile, wave, clap handies, crawl, stand, step, jump,etc is painstakingly recorded into a beautiful baby book. Child’s age is always given in weeks.
2nd child
Each milestone is celebrated but not for posterity. Age is given in months in lieu of having to do those pesky mathematical equations in one’s head.

In short my darling Mini-Mini if you’re reading this in a few years time with more than a pressing sense of abandonment, know that it’s not that you were loved any less, rather it was that your parents were just a bit more relaxed about the whole parenting endeavour the second time round.
What differences did you experience between parenting your first and second kids?

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0 thoughts on “1st versus 2nd

  1. emilyatthenest

    Yes to it all. And let me add, by the time you get to no.6, you hardly know your own name let alone the baby’s name. Any actual recording is accidental, hygiene is *remarkably* poor, and clothes colour matters not a jot. Also remarkable, though, how much more love and joy pours out of you when you thought you couldn’t love any more than you did already 🙂

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  2. Sara

    Haha yes yes yes I agree with all of this but you know what my 2nd one is a bit hardier and doesn’t give a toss what goes on around her so it’s all good 🙂 great post

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  3. Suzy

    Haha, brilliant. I have a feeling my imaginary second child will be treated with similar, um, relaxedness. Although we were never good about sterilising soothers with Amelie. My house (and her, and everything in it) is permanently covered in dog hair. The jig was up before it even got going.

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