It was only minutes after the birth of my child that the midwife was assuring me the second time round would be much easier. At no point did I comment on anything that would segue into me having a second child. It’s everywhere, this “second child”. Why so? Why can’t my husband and I just have this one child, love this one child, play and learn and grow and travel and live and school and raise this one child? How did my first and most likely only child, so quickly turn into the shadow of a second?
Are we so removed from the present that we are filling the voids with unborn, or in my case unimagined futures?