Thoughts On Becoming a Big Sister
I am 40 weeks 6 days pregnant today, which means no matter what the baby is coming soon one way or another. This is the longest I've been pregnant as with Norah I was induced at 40 weeks 4 days. It's so funny how when you hear a due date you count down to that day and for the most part assume the baby will be here by that date. February 5th came and went and I'm still here with a massive belly and plenty of back pain to go along with it. Surprisingly though I'm actually not feeling too bad. This pregnancy I didn't have the sciatic pain that I did last time and by the end of my pregnancy with Norah I was waking up every night with my right hand in pain and numbness due to pregnancy induced carpal tunnel. Thankfully I'm not experiencing those things this time around and for the most part I'm just ready to meet our little guy. So I'm feeling pretty good and aside from answering the questions of "Is he here yet??" "When are you going to have that baby??" no less than 108 times a day I don't have many issues with being overdue.
I'm ready to see what he looks like, ready to see if he in fact looks like his name is Wesley. I hope so because we don't have a backup name, so if he doesn't he may very well come home from the hospital nameless! Will he have the same incredibly chunky cheeks that Norah did does. Will he be a good nurser? Will he sleep well? Will he be baldheaded for months like Norah?
Then we get to my biggest consuming thought. How's Norah going to do with it? She didn't ask to be a big sister yet and she isn't old enough to realize or even begin to understand what it means when we say her baby brother is coming soon. I know she loves babies. She points to every baby in real life, magazines, ads and tv and says baby over and over. With that said, those babies aren't invading the life she's known. They aren't waking her up, or taking over mommy or daddy's lap. They aren't living in HER space. Is she going to like being a big sister? Will it be hard on her being a big sister so young? Will she love it and not even think twice about no longer being the only one?
On one hand I feel so much excitement about adding a second child to our family and all that comes with it. I know we can handle it and that he will bring us so much joy of course. On the other hand though I feel a sense of guilt. She will no longer get 100% of our attention 100% of the time. There undoubtedly will be times when she has to take a back seat because her brother's need is more important at the moment. Obviously there will be times that the scenario is switched as well. When Norah was a newborn there wasn't a toddler around so if she cried we could immediately tend to her needs immediately. There will be times when Wesley has to fuss a bit because his sister is climbing on top of something she shouldn't be and her need of getting to safety will take precedent over him waking up. I guess I just have a fear of one or the other feeling neglected at some point. I don't want them to ever feel like my love is divided among them, and instead that I just have enough for both of them.
I realize none of these things are new emotions. I'm not the first parent to feel this way and I certainly won't be the last. I'm also certain that if we eventually deicide to add a third child to our family I will feel the same way again. Most families survive adding a second child to the family and come out just fine and I'm sure we will too. I guess just like every other good parent that has ever existed I never want my kids to doubt for a second that I love them more than anything else in the world and that it doesn't matter if they were an only child or one of 5 I love them now as much as I did the day they were born.
That was a very all over the place post :) Hopefully the next time I have a post it will be filled with pictures of our family of four!
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I know you'll find your own rhythm with your sweet family, but I can't resist sharing this. When my little brother was born I had just turned 2 and my mom went back to work right away, so she was determined that she and I get some one-on-one time every day. It was incredibly simple - I got to go in the kitchen with her and "help" make dinner. One of my first memories in life is sitting on the counter and holding a bottle for her! But even as "the baby" wasn't a baby anymore, we kept doing that and cooking together became a special bond we shared!
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