I thought I had it all figured out. When my doctor discovered I was already dilated, Monday, she told me I needed to pick a date to deliver our little Love Note earlier than the 22nd of November. Since my birthday falls on November 18th, I figured, what greater gift could I get than having a baby? We could celebrate our birthdays together each year. We’d be able to forever share our fabulous story to anyone who’d listen. We’d be twins – separated by exactly 37 years! Two peas in a pod – mom and baby – always sharing cakes, always sharing parties, always sharing the story of our ironic twin births.
Always sharing… Always.. ALL WAYS? Thank goodness my friend Ericka Gibson threw up the red flag.
She reminded me that I am a little selfish when it comes to my birthday. Not that I throw huge parties or expect extravagant gifts… but that I love to own that day all by myself. Not to mention the fact that Baby Love Note – if he/she is anything like me – might just be a little selfish too.
Another brilliant point she made was that my middle child would feel left out each year if Love Note and I were always celebrating birthdays together. Wow! What an insightful observation into our future that makes so much sense.
My middle daughter is already showing small signs of sibling envy. If she sees daddy rub my belly too long, she’ll crawl into our arms to deflect the attention. We are doing our best to show her that we’re here for her too.
On Tuesday, for example, we both took time off work to take her to the doctor for a double ear infection.
Soon, she’ll have to share all that attention and we are fearful about how she’ll react. Will she love the new baby, ignore it, or pressure us to treat her more like a newborn than a toddler? OMG – will she want to breastfeed again? I can’t deal with a set of 18-month-old teeth!
We try to explain to her that she’s going to be the big sister – and can help mommy take care of the baby. But how does that work, when she’s still just a baby herself? I know in time, we’ll figure it all out. For now, though, I know for sure that November 18th is definitely off limits for the birth of Number 3!
The Secondhand Pretty Preggie