When you bring your first baby home from the hospital, you suddenly have this demanding little creature that requires all of your attention and makes you cater to their every whim. You bend over backwards to cater to this fresh, precious baby. You stay home for weeks, recovering, and getting used to this new, exciting parenting thing. Subsequent babies are not allowed the luxury of being the center of attention--you have loud, walking, talking, whining, hungry older siblings who still think they are only children. You find yourself asking the baby to be accommodating, instead of accommodating the baby.Leaving the house within days, because you can't stand being cooped up with the older kids a minute longer.
And that's okay. Barrett doesn't seem to mind taking Elara and Zachary to karate, or going to the library to check out books and dvds. He sits in on bedtime stories, and hangs out with us outside when the kids are playing in the sprinkler. He goes in the stroller, or the baby carrier, and he sleeps and eats and demands my attention--he just might have to wait his turn occasionally.
Those first few days are full of company and cuddles whether it's baby number 1 or baby number 3. lucky us!
No comments:
Post a Comment