While we’re waiting for Thursday, let’s not loose sight of the chaos of having a new baby. Right now, I must tell you something that every woman becoming a mother of two should know. Do with it what you will.
Ready for it?
You don’t think you are, but you are expecting the second baby to look just like the first one. The killer is, this baby will not look the same, and there will come a fleeting moment when you gaze into your incredible newborn’s face and you’ll worry that you have an ugly baby. Please don’t judge me for saying it. It was a shock to look at poor JR for the first time and find my enamored self thinking “well, good looks aren’t everything.”
So, don’t be shocked when this train of thought creeps into your brain as you gaze at your newborn, wondering if it’s wrong to think your sweet babe’s eyes are a little too close together, his ears are kind of goofy, or his nose is a little narrow. Nobody notices but you. Your new baby is adorable, and you don’t have to hold back on your (possibly fake) gushing over the “beauty” of your new baby–no one is talking behind your back about how in denial you are, and that is one UGLY baby.
There, I said it. Whew. I’m telling you because nobody warned me. When folks wonder if they’ll love the new baby as much as the first, I think this is the only “comparison” you can’t help. In every other way that new baby will be every bit as precious as your first.
And, you might need some reminding, even if it’s baby #3. Because it’s true for 4th babies too…poor Hoss. Mommy couldn’t see adorable for at least a week. All I saw was a funny looking version of Lumpy, who was the rangy looking version of JR, who was the weird nosed version of Cal, who we would have thought was beautiful if she came out covered in warts.
Oh well. Kids are tough like that. Moms, too. It wears off in no time, and pretty soon you’ll be gushing over your baby’s stately profile and delicate eyelashes. So after proactively making myself love poor Hoss’ perfect features for more than a week, I woke up one morning and realized that I was holding the most beautiful child ever born in the world. The same arms that held the most beautiful children ever born 2, 4, and 5 years before. Every mother on Earth must be green with envy over these breathtaking babies.
But, after gushing over Hoss last week, I looked at one of Cal’s baby pictures and couldn’t help but whisper to him, “She was kind of a funny looking baby, huh?”