The second child

I had my firstborn M four years after I got married. Countless trips to different fertility doctors revealed that I suffered from polycystic ovarian disease (PCOD). In layman’s term, my eggs refused to leave my ovaries and go to the fallopian tube at the right time in my cycle. I underwent many invasive procedures and drank various medical concoctions to correct this condition. Nothing worked. Finally, I gave up the painful, tiresome, and expensive treatments. But as it turned out, a trip to Sydney, away from our stress-filled jobs, was all my husband and I needed to do to conceive. Hours spent exploring the city, long lunches, and uninterrupted conversations proved to be the perfect prescription. What a wonderful moment it was when I showed my husband the two lines on my pregnancy kit! It reduced him to tears. My son sees his sister for the first time Studies show that second born children are likely to be independent, adventurous, and a bit rebellious. [...]