I can categorically say that any parent who has more than one child has at some point or another thought about writing this.
A letter of apology to my second born is an honest (and funny) account of the differences between first born children and the subsequent ones after that.
Here is one of my favourite bits:
‘I’m sorry I don’t know any facts about you – Your brother’s baby book contains so much information about his first year, he could look back to discover every time he farted. I was on him like a crazy woman. “Oh, did you see that. His lip went up like Elvis. Oh my God, so cute. What’s today’s date? What time is it?” “Oh my God! All his toes wiggled at the same time. What’s today’s date?” And just today, I turned the corner after your brother calls me to, “help wipe the poop off his butt,” and there you are. You’re standing up, holding the Swiffer, which is somehow helping you to balance. Wow. You are already a tightrope walker and I had no idea. When you open your baby book to reminisce when you’re older, it will read, “Place photo here”, and you will know that mummy didn’t have time to write down silly stats. I was too busy loving on you. And wiping your brother’s butt’
Written by the hilariously truthful Jenifer DeMattia and published on Mamamia it is certainly worth a read.