I am an only child, so while I always knew I wanted more than one kid of my own, I never really knew how the dynamics of such a thing would work. Bonus points, many of my closest childhood friends are also only children, and I have no close family because both of my parents immigrated to the United States.
Since I have no personal experience to pull from, I worried a lot through my pregnancy about how it would all happen. Would Fox be upset about a new baby showing up? Would she be jealous? Would she like the baby at all? Will she resent me forever for having more children, or if we stopped with her, would she be like me and always asking for a sibling (unknowingly piling guilt onto my poor mother who always wanted more but was unable to carry any more pregnancies to term after myself)?
Imagine my surprise when Owl boy was born, and he just fit in, like he had been here all along. Like our family had never been just three, but always four.
Sure, there was an adjustment period at first, much of which is just due to the newborn phase, but big sister took to her role right away. She loves to help with the baby, bringing me diapers, carriers, whatever I might need. She even likes to hold him, occasionally, and had a blast helping with his newborn photos.
I especially love this photo of the two of them. I feel like it captures their sibling relationship so far perfectly. She’s enthusiastic, and he’s dubious, but goes along with it. He’s a wee 3 weeks old in this photo and she was just pleased as punch that her baby brother even existed. It also reminds me of how she called him “baby Margaret” when he first came home because we would read “Big Brother Daniel” (affiliate) to her while I was growing the little guy.
Now, at 5 months old, he’s absolutely enamored with his big sister and watches her do everything with an intensity I haven’t seen before. Sister loves to show the little guy her paintings, her toys, his toys, and how to jump over the river of Lego Duplo blocks (affiliate) that she has constructed.
It’s been an amazing privilege to watch these two grow together. My big girl has become so big, so independent, and so loving over the last few months, showing me that I really had nothing to worry about, because the little guy would just fit in, like he had always been here, and being an only child wouldn’t hinder my ability to parent two in the least bit.
And knowing what I know now… I know I want more! Just not yet, the little guy is still a bit too small to transition to “big brother” as well as sister did with him.