I remember when I had my first baby. I was so in love with him. He was the most beautiful baby, big brown eyes, a head full of hair. He was the apple of my eye. My in-laws always wanted to babysit him. They would encourage me to go out and trust he would be taken care of. I rarely took them up on their offer and when I did, it was more for them than for me. It was not that I didn’t trust he would be taken care of, because they loved him, it was I really didn’t need a break from him. I enjoyed him.
Then three years later I was expecting my second baby. In addition to the normal expectant mom worries, I wondered if I would be able to love her as much as I loved my son. What if I didn’t? How could it be…
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