Each Christmas since Cooper was born has been quite an event for our little family and this year was no different. 

After all of the presents had been opened and dinner after dinner had been consumed, Cooper, my husband, and I received the biggest surprise of all.

A positive pregnancy test.


I mentioned a while back that my husband and I were “thinking” about trying for a second child, though we had several concerns about committing to it.

Still, the IUD I had had in place since Cooper was born expired in September so I had to have it removed.

I made the decision before the removal appointment not to start a new birth control and Cody and I agreed we would “see what happened” as far as getting pregnant again.

I am a firm believer that if something is meant to be, it will happen whether you do anything to prevent it or not.

I knew I was late but had decided that quite possibly the stress of the holidays was the culprit for my delayed cycle and I would just wait until the holidays were over to take a test.

My curiosity got the best of me and I took the test anyway Christmas afternoon.

The test practically lit up with a positive result almost as soon as my pee hit the stick.

Nervously, I shared the result with my husband.

After about five cigarettes smoked back to back, he finally showed a little bit of excitement.

Am I excited at the prospect of becoming a mom again and having a new little one to raise, armed now with all the wisdom I’ve gained in Cooper’s five and half years?

You bet I am.

I’m also terrified.

My first pregnancy was not easy, to say the least, and of course it resulted in a premature birth which also resulted in our son’s developmental delays.

Unfortunately, there was nothing I could have done to prevent the illness that caused Cooper’s premature birth and the possibility of it happening again scares the heck out of me.

I also worry about how a new baby will affect Cooper’s development.

While he is thrilled at the idea of getting a new baby sibling and asks almost daily if it’s time to “take the baby out yet,” I am concerned that the changes he’ll experience once the baby is here will be detrimental to his growth.

After all, he’s not just an only child, but an only grandchild for both my and my husband’s parents.

He’ll have to get used to sharing the attention everywhere he goes.

Despite our fears, I believe giving Cooper a sibling will benefit him in the long run and I hope I’m right.

I would love to hear comment from fellow parents who have had other children after the first child was born with special needs.

How did you get past your fears and how did your child handle having to share the attention with another baby?

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