I always knew that I wanted more than one child. I wanted my children to play with each other and be each other’s best friends. If you had asked me ten years ago how many children I wanted, I would have told you four. Now the answer is two. I have a four-year-old daughter and a seven-week-old son. I had heard how hard the transition from one child to two was going to be. My husband and I prepared as much as we could for our son’s arrival. But, ultimately, nothing can prepare you for the reality of having two children. The old adage, “Sleep while the baby sleeps” no longer applies to our situation. My daughter is at home with us, and she does not take naps anymore. So, we are full energy all day long! Needless to say, I am tired.
But along with that tiredness, comes the joy and wonder of having a new baby. Watching the being that I grew develop into his own little personality is amazing. Each week, we discover something new about each other. He is starting to smile and coo. He stops crying when I pick him up, which didn’t always happen with my first. I have learned to take stock and enjoy the little things. Having an older child, I know the milestones he will reach, and I know how wonderful it is when your child starts to interact with you. It makes me want to speed up the process, and I have to remind myself to slow down and enjoy my son as he is, in this moment, because he will never be this small again.
One of the best parts about having two children has been seeing my daughter interact with her little brother. At first, she was wary and seldom came near him. She would ask, “Is Teddy going to stay with us?” We would explain that he was her brother and would always be with us. As the weeks have progressed, she has become a big girl and our helper. She grabs diapers and wipes and tries to play with her brother when he is upset. She wants to hold him and feed him his bottle. As he becomes more alert and sociable, she is interacting with him more. I know that once he is sitting up and playing with toys, they will play together and get along great! I cannot wait for those days when I hear both of them laughing and talking together. I know that they will be the best of friends, at least most of the time. Fighting amongst siblings does happen after all, especially when the littler one wants to play with the eldest’s toys.
As I prepare to return to work and start my son at school with his sister, I continually remind myself to slow down and enjoy the little things. Children grow up so fast, and I don’t want to miss a minute!