My life and my identity are so completely sealed to his wants and needs, that it is hard for me to fathom how we’re ever going to induct another child, a new baby, into our special club.
We’re a team, you see. He is accustomed to being the only child, and I can’t help but wonder how he will feel when in a few short weeks, we will be introducing him to the newest member of our family — a precious baby girl.
Obviously, I am excited about the birth of our daughter in December, and I know that adjusting to siblings is something that most children go through, but as we enjoy these remaining days together, I can’t help but feel a little sad for both of us.
Things are going to be different.
Should I have given him more time in the spotlight before getting pregnant again, or will he benefit from having a sibling close to his own age?
As we go through these final weeks of my third trimester, I find myself trying to treasure every moment that we have together. Right now, we have no crying baby to focus on. His are the only diapers that need changing, and when he wants a drink, or a snack, or a book fetched from the top shelf, I can respond with ease.
My deepest fear is that the stress and fatigue that come with caring for a newborn (and I remember it well) are going to cause a disconnect between me and my toddler. I know that I am going to have to put forth extra effort to ensure he still has plenty of mommy-time, but, I know it will be a challenge.
For those of you with more than one child, how did things change for your first-born, when number two came into the picture? Tell me in the comments!
Photo © Crissy Page