After having 2 girls, I am sometimes asked what is different. The biggest answer is 'Me'. For the first one, I had more free time, and would comb the boards and read the books on what to (and not to do). We even had a baby moon before our first one was born. The second one was a lot less stress. We didn't make people wash their hands before holding her (a couple days after we left the hospital). We took fewer (all-be-it, better) photos the second time around. Although there was magic the first time we noticed she could hold her head up on her own...it was not to the same degree.
I was always under the impression that having a second child would be a little less than double the work. I was very wrong. I waaaay more than doubled. Besides meeting the needs of baby #1 and #2, there was a balancing act for attention. Sometimes you could find ways to have both girls play together...but with how small #2 was...that can be tricky. They almost never have the same sleep schedule, so that nap you used to be able to take with just #1 is gone.
There was also a fear of 'how could I love another child as much as I
love this one' (or would that cause me to love #1 less?). The answer is
that doesn't happen. I love #1 and #2 to pieces. I may get frustrated with each for different reasons (at the same or different times), but the longer I am around each...the I love them. (music note)I love you more today than yesterday...but not as much as tomorrow (music note)