Fast forward three-and-a-half years, and you would have thought a completely different woman was sitting there. Nine months pregnant with number two, I hadn't cracked opened a single pregnancy book as I sat at the hospital awaiting blood work the day before my scheduled c-section for baby number two. Rather than the calm and collected woman I was with my first, waves of panic set in. The whole "been there, done that" mentality that I had trusted to get me through a second delivery took a back seat to memories of what I was about to endure, fear of the upheaval I was about to impart on my first born and thoughts that I didn't know what I was getting myself into. Friends told me it was just a case of the jitters, but I now truly believe that sometimes the fear of the unknown is more comforting than knowing what awaits you.
Did you have a similar experience with your second child?