The Second Baby Strikes Back

by doodaddy on December 1, 2008

The Blueberry is not even three weeks old, and yet I’m already stunned at how differently I’m experiencing her infancy.


Vikings are tough.

Once last week, Blue slept in a sling against my body while I balanced on a swivel chair to change a light bulb. Remember that “I think I’m going to break the baby” feeling? Totally gone. 

I vaguely recall picking up the newborn Boobaby from her bassinet, not quite certain whether I mightn’t accidentally stick my thumb through her fontanel. 

Oh, and I remember taking upwards of ten minutes to diaper Boo, since I was waiting until her crooked monkey legs slowed their robotic kick-flex-kick pattern long enough for me to apply the tapes. I didn’t want to hold her down — how brutal! 

Changing Blueberry’s diaper takes me under a minute and resembles a rodeo event.

At our first meeting with Boobaby’s pediatrician, I had a typed list of questions, mostly stemming from Google searches I’d been doing on terms like “gigantism in babies.”

And at Blueberry’s appointment? My only question for the doctor was “Will it be an innie or an outie?”

Some things haven’t changed in three years, though. Whenever anything even moderately dangerous crops up nearby — someone is using scissors ten feet away, say, or opens the oven door in the next room — an involuntary protective urge still rises in my throat. I taste adrenaline and involuntarily picture myself casting both arms over the baby and shooting hateful looks at the scissors-wielding cookie-baking offender.

So I’ve gained self-confidence — to a fault, probably, I realized while deciding not to carry Blueberry while changing light bulbs any more. But my innate need to protect Blue from the rest of the world — that’s not as easily shed.

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Mary Beth (Cats, Books, Life is Good) December 1, 2008 at 9:49 am

Being a 2nd child, I can attest to how much more laid back we are than 1st borns, just because the parents realize that we’re not going to break into a million pieces every time they touch us. With every child, it gets easier. #6 in our family is practically catatonic:)


Xbox4NappyRash December 1, 2008 at 9:57 am

my god she looks like a right little pixie!

You’re a pro now sir, big league.


Jerri Ann December 1, 2008 at 10:42 am

you won’t break her. You know that now!


Orlund December 1, 2008 at 12:19 pm

That’s too funny. we have only had one baby but I have realized that they are not as fragile as I thought. I was sooooo afraid to pick up a baby before. I always thought they might break in half if I touched them.


doodaddy December 1, 2008 at 4:21 pm

@Mary Beth – Wow, number 6? Suddenly I feel like a slacker!


doodaddy December 1, 2008 at 4:22 pm

@Jerri Ann – Well, I certainly could… I just know that it’s no more likely that I will just by trying not to.


doodaddy December 1, 2008 at 4:23 pm

@Orlund – There’s still fear around the 3-year old, but it’s more a fear that she’s getting smarter faster than I can keep up with her.


doodaddy December 1, 2008 at 4:23 pm

@Xbox4NappyRash – And yet “pro” has so many connotations….


Lynnie December 1, 2008 at 6:10 pm

What? No tip on where to buy that truly excellent Viking hat???

You know what got me about having a second? The fact that you can do sooo much while still holding her. I could get my 2 year old dressed, zipped and booted with my pinkie finger while nursing the babe.


doodaddy December 1, 2008 at 7:52 pm

@Lynnie – The awesome hat was homemade by a friend, sorry to say. She should go into business!


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