As my due date approaches, I'm starting to get nervous about all of the change that is about to take place. Josh, Lulu, and I have a nice routine down, and soon, we'll be back to the craziness of welcoming an infant into our lives. Bring on the spit-up, the middle-of-the-night feedings, and the whole shebang. Of course it will be wonderful, but deep down, I wonder whether we'll be able to handle it. A few nights ago, I told Josh that I feel a little guilty about disrupting Lulu's world in such a big way (I know, I know—this was totally my idea). "I'm worried she's going to feel bad," I said with concern. Without missing a beat, my husband said, "Of course she's going to feel bad. That's the whole point." He went on to list all of the annoying things that the baby was going to do to Lulu—take away her toys, etc.
When I'd originally envisioned having a sibling for Lulu, annoyance was certainly not my primary objective, but Josh had a point. I would not be the person I am today if not for my three little brothers. And while we certainly had our disagreements over the years, I adore them. When people tell me that they don't like or get along with one of their siblings, I can't relate.
What did I learn by sharing my young life with brothers? Well, I was exposed to all kinds of things that I was afraid of. Bike jumps, snakes, and wrestlers, to name a few. I was changing diapers by the first grade, and I enjoyed being the big sister who could help my little brothers learn to read or tie their shoes.
Maybe I got off a little easy having brothers, because I really don't remember them trying to steal my toys or tag along with me and my friends. For the life of me, I can't remember what we fought about, though I know that we did fight. The epic wrestling matches that went down in the back of the family van on road trips come to mind. These battles didn't seem to stem from any disagreements, however—I think we just liked to brawl. Or maybe it was the challenge of seeing how long our parents could stand it.
Who knows what kind of relationship Lulu will have with her new sibling, but I hope that once the dust settles, she'll like her role as big sister. I got her a little gift to open at the hospital so she feels special, too, but maybe I didn't think this one through very well. I wanted to get a fun new movie to watch, so I picked out Monsters, Inc. Let's just hope she doesn't think it's scary. That would kind of defeat the purpose of my attempt to plant happy psychological seeds around the baby's arrival.
I Want to Know
Is it inevitable that the big sister will feel a little bad? Do you have any tips on introducing a toddler to the new baby? If you have siblings, what did you learn from growing up with them?