When I had Quinn, he was my world. I couldn't imagine being able to take care of another child. I couldn't imagine what another child would possibly look like--be like. I couldn't imagine loving another child as deeply as I love Quinn. That seems almost funny now looking back. Quinn was a tad older then 2 1/2 when Eleanor was born. I was worried he would be jealous, feel neglected and be bitter. I had heard horror stories of children not talking to their mom for weeks--just daddy. I ...