I try hard to remember what life was before my children. As hard as it is, at some point, I don’t even care—because the joy my child has brought into my life is something I cannot describe.
This realisation hit me deeply during my second pregnancy. Unlike the first, which I bravely tackled mostly on my own, this time I had my 20-month-old son by my side. And what a difference that has made.
Every day, his little laughter, his tiny hands reaching out for mine, the way he babbles and learns new words—it's been a daily dose of magic. He’s kept me occupied, grounded, and in a way, has balanced my hormones better than any supplement ever could. My days are so full now—sometimes chaotic, always exhausting, but never dull. And within that chaos lies a kind of happiness I didn’t know I could experience.
My first pregnancy wasn’t bad—it was beautiful in its own way—but I was working, missed many milestones, and most importantly, I went through it feeling emotionally secure. But this time, it’s different. This time, I feel surrounded—by love, by purpose, and by giggles echoing through the house. I feel like I’m really living this pregnancy. Dreaming of the complete family we are about to become gives me butterflies.
This time, I’m doing things differently. I’ve decided to take a long break from work once the babies arrive. I missed so many of those precious firsts with my son, and I don’t want to look back with regret again.
And how could I not mention the one person who’s been my rock through it all—my husband. He has been more supportive than anyone I’ve ever known. Truly, he’s the best in the world. The heart he carries is rare, and I knew from the very beginning—since my childhood, in fact—that is the reason I wanted to build a life with him. That I wanted to raise a family with someone whose love is so pure and whose strength is so quiet yet unwavering. Watching him love our son, care for me, and be my partner through everything only makes me fall in love with him more deeply.
I am also struck by something that many of the women miss in the noise of everyday life—the depth of motherhood and how much it reshapes a woman completely. You are not just nurturing a new life within, you’re also nurturing yourself this time—with more grace, more softness, and more purpose. It’s beautiful how my elder son, barely two, is already unknowingly, teaching me what presence means.
This pregnancy, for me, feels like a redemption arc—not just of what was missed, but of what is still possible. The second time around doesn’t make it less magical. If anything, it brings more clarity. A deeper appreciation of the fleeting moments.
It’s about your silent strength, your awareness of time, and your willingness to do things differently this time—not perfectly, but meaningfully.
So here I am, on the edge of a new beginning. A mother of one, becoming a mother of three. Learning, growing, and this time—really being there for it all. And with every tiny kick, every laugh from my little boy, and every loving glance from my husband, I know…
Our story is just getting started….
( If you’re reading this as a mom, an expecting mother, or even someone dreaming of a family someday—know that every pregnancy, every journey is different. But joy can be found in the smallest things: a toddler’s hug, a partner’s support, a baby’s kick. And sometimes, the second time around, life gives you a chance to do things the way your heart always wanted. )
From One to Three,