As I was cleaning my laptop this morning, I found this picture that brought me to tears. They were happy but yet sad tears. This is a picture of my 2 boys just a little over 3 years ago.The picture shows how loving my firstborn was to my newborn -- but behind this picture, he was mostly in an emotional turmoil. That was the sad part of this memory. No sibling classes or any parental guidance could've prepared him more when his new little brother was born. Just when my husband and I thought we had him all ready for the addition in the family (God knows how much preparation we went through so he could feel as part of the new venture), he turned out to be the complete opposite.
My firstborn did everything to show us how much he hated the new situation. He would shout at the baby, and even said “Go back to Mama’s tummy now”. I caught him taking away the baby blanket and hiding it away. He hated the idea that he has a brother. And every single time I got up to breastfeed in the wee hours of the night, he was up and throws a tantrum and asking for anything he can get me away from the baby.
My husband and I cried so much. We were such an emotional bunch. We felt his pain, but he had to learn that there is someone new in our lives. My awesome husband attended to the new baby at night, so then my firstborn can feel secure that Mama will always love him, no matter what.
Eventually, he learned to love his brother. Now they are inseparable. At most times they gang up on me. Hehe. Last night they both refuse to sleep in their own separate beds. They both decided to read their last book together, and giggled through their silly stories until they both fell asleep. As soon as it got quiet I checked in their room and they fell asleep in a sweet embrace. I seem to have done something right.
With the 3rd baby on the way, I am pretty sure both my boys are ready for a new one. But they are both quick to add that “it better be a boy”. Haha. I think I’m going to have to grow a whole basketball team.