I think some people are strong and some become afraid, worried, sick from stress of it all, etc.  We want one more but I’m a worrier and always think I’m going to lose him (my son).  Though, I admit as time goes on, I don’t feel as bad as I used to.  He’s doing really well and he’s so beautiful and happy...it has just become routine.  But when I think about another, all the old worries and emotions come flooding back.  I had a hard time.