And oh, that poor second child would surely get gypped. They'd get less attention, because of course the demanding toddler would take precedence, right? Life would be so awful for them, surely, I thought.
Then I got pregnant. Despite those irrational fears that creep in, I still knew in my gut it would be okay.
But it wasn't until I saw both my babies together that I knew, all that garbage? Was, in fact, garbage.
And honestly, now--there are times I feel bad that Emeline had such a boring baby life (stick with me, here). I mean, Lucy is entertained non-stop. She has this bouncy little 3 foot person to constantly entertain her, laugh at, bring her toys, pull her hair, clap for, dance with, giggle with--and, you get it.
Second babies get less love? Not.true. They get more, in fact. More attention, even. They're blessed with sibling love--none of which Emeline got to experience as a baby. And, well--I'm pretty darn sure Lucy has a pretty great life, smushed in there as the 2nd kid.
Emeline's life as big sister? Well, she has a good gig, too. Constantly someone smaller to
Basically, what I'm trying to say is--all my initial fears were a little irrational. It didn't matter how many people told me that I'd be able to love each kid fully, with my whole heart, the same. It didn't matter if people told me that a sibling was the best gift I could give Emeline, and it wouldn't take anything away from her. I had to experience it all for myself.
I know their relationship will grow and change with time. We'll have phases where I want to pull my hair out. Phases where I'm sure my heart will bust with pride. Phases where I'll cry myself to sleep and promise the other that you'll love each other one day, again. But, right now--it's so good.
Both my kids lives are enhanced, enriched by the other. And that's a gift.
The gift of siblings.
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