Tonight I looked over and noticed that the pile of Chanukah presents waiting for my three year old towered over the gifts for my eight month old. Naturally, I instantly felt guilty (for about the 1000th time since he was born) that my younger son does not get the same attention as the older one. But when I sat back and thought about it, being a second child has a ton of advantages I never anticipated. Here is why I think being a second child really does rule.
The calm factor. Happy mommy, happy baby, amiright? My eight month old is the happiest, calmest kid ever. While I am sure some of it is just his personality, I am attribute a lot of his chill nature to the fact that I worry so much less than I did when his older brother was his age. Well, maybe I just split my worry between two … but whatever it is, I definitely worry less.
Fewer doctor visits. My poor three year old probably got dragged to the doctor every other week when he was a baby. Anytime he coughed funny I was sure he had contracted the plague. The eight month old, not so much. I can now tell the difference between a runny nose that every baby has and the kind that is cause for concern.
Instant best friend. From time he was old enough to focus his eyes, my eight month’s face has lit up like a Christmas tree anytime his brother walks into the room. With my first son, I spent so much time trying to make sure he spent time with other kids his age that we ran around nonstop. With my younger son, he has a built in playmate and a lot more time to relax. Nothing makes me happier than seeing the two of them playing quietly. Not to mention that when I need to run to the bathroom or clean up the kitchen, I have the three year old play with the baby. Peeing by myself… BONUS!
Double the toys. The little guy has access to all of his age appropriate toys, but he also gets the benefit of all of my older son’s toys too. The older one isn’t so thrilled about it, but the little guy sure is! Double the toys, double the fun!
So many less mistakes. My eight month gets the benefit of all of those crazy ass things I did with my first son that I now know are, in fact, crazy. For the benefit of my pride, I won’t detail them here, but suffice it to say this time around when my younger son first slept through the night, I did not check to see if he was still breathing. (And then accidentally wake him up thereby negating anything awesome about him sleeping through the night). Because I was sleeping too.
So to all the younger siblings out there, this post is for you! Life is pretty damn good for you.