We’re all told that motherhood changes every relationship you have. I’m closer to my mom, more in love with my husband and far more understanding of the human race in general. However no one ever told me what it would be like to see my only child become a big sister. Perhaps someone tried to, but there are no words strong enough in any language to describe what it’s like to see your kids together.
Seeing these two together makes me want to walk up to complete strangers, point at my babies and shout “YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO THIS! IT’S AMAZING!” But I don’t, for dozens of different and fairly obvious reasons.
Obviously they aren’t yet able to bicker with each other or complain about breathing each others air, but every time I see these two together I want to bottle up all the love and adoration oozing forth from between the two of them and sell it to cure the ills of the world.
Maybe it’s the age difference, maybe it’s because I have an older sister or maybe it’s because I’m not dealing with PPD this time, but having this second baby? Seriously the best thing I’ve ever done with myself. We were a a fantastic little family of three however I was never ready to resign myself to the possibility that one kid was it for us.
I knew that through my almost six years of secondary infertility there was a reason people fought so hard to add babies to their families through medical intervention, adoption or surrogacy. When I look at these pictures? I know why I fought so hard.
From only child to sister: How many kids is the “right” family size?