The difference between your first and second kid is actually pretty funny.
I have an almost 2 year old (23 months) and a 8 month old. Lucky my 8 month old is a girl and therefore more patient and can deal pretty well with life so far (generalisation i know) as i call her my neglected child and it started with her birth.
For my son, the labour was 20+ hours, 16 of those in the hospital, lots of happy gas, lots of snacks and lots of “are we there yet” so I knew what I was up for second time around.
I had everything planned, the snacks for me and my husband, the Gatorade, my playlist etc. My due date, (yep she actually came on her due date!!) had a stretch and sweep (Dear Lord) as I had high blood pressure and things were starting to get going around the 4pm mark. I had in my head that I absolutely wanted to get Nate to bed before we left so that he wouldn’t stress and everything would remain calm. Therefore with full contractions I fed him his dinner, carried him out from the shower that he had with Dad and organised his room for bed time. (Thank goodness his Dad put him to sleep for me and he went to sleep quick and early for once haha) When my husband came out of his room and asked what I wanted to do, I informed him that my contractions were now less than 2 minutes apart. Oh and our Hospital is at least 45 minutes away.
He was less than impressed, whoopies, but we had time right, my waters hadn’t broken, we’ll be fine…
To get someone to the house to watch Nate was a drama, as who we lined up couldn’t make it (she was going out to dinner… thats another story!), then the next person had to get someone to watch her daughter so finally the last person we called could come once his wife got home from the gym. Finally we’re in the car and heading to the hospital and my husband can now apply for the next fast and the furious film as a driver haha. We arrived safely, however I neglected to mention to him that the last 15 minutes of the car ride I had been actively pushing and telling him that everything was fine. We got inside and I broke down into a complete mess to the point that the midwife had to sternly tell me to calm down – there was tears, snot and saliva everywhere. I was super pretty.
I was on my knees pushing and got a couple of cramps so asked to roll over, the midwife’s response was “I don’t know, can you?” I didn’t realise that I was crowning at that point. Anyway I turned over, pushed and my water broke (I didn’t realise that your water could break so close to having a baby) Some more tiny pushes and her head was out. One last push and there she was, 17 minutes after arriving at the hospital haha.
And from that point my beautiful baby girl became our lives. The sleep routine I had with Nate was out the window, she sleeps when she’s sleepy and I have no idea for how long she’s awake for in-between sleeps, I have a rough idea. She gets squished into clothes that are a bit too small as I forget to get the next size up, my all homemade meals had for Nate…yep, she gets pouches from the supermarket more than I would like, however I buy the organic kind to ease my guilt and she has learnt to put herself to sleep instead of rocking her like we did for Nate that he still likes/needs/demands.
Needless to say there are many more examples I could tell you, but you get the picture. What IS the same is the love we have for her and her big brother. I keep telling myself that she’ll be more resilient in life, and will have a caring big brother to watch over her.