Rivkah's birth story.
Eliyahu is adjusting beautifully to life as a big brother. He made the connection right away between Rivkah in person and the baby who was in my belly, pointing her out and saying "SisterBaby!" in an awe-struck voice. I guess he was more prepared than I expected, because he was thrilled when we finally took her home.
At first he seemed to be a little upset with me, but I think that was because Mike and I were not with him (he spent the weekend with Grandma). When I asked him if he wanted to nurse, he looked at me, and then reached down his grandmother's shirt as if to say "Yes, but not with you, I'm mad at you right now." I asked again and he said "I want Grandma!" and gave me a scathing look. The next day, though, I was able to walk around a little bit and to sit up like a person, so he gave me some hugs and kisses. He even nursed with his sister before we left the hospital.
I guess he needed a bit of decompression time (don't we all?!) after Rivkah was born. Once the four of us got home, we took a day off and just sat around together, and Eli has been fine ever since. He's a little disappointed that I can't carry him like I did before, but that will change soon enough.
The nursing is going extremely well, I couldn't ask for better. Rivkah developed a horrible case of thrush, but thanks to gentian violet it's all gone now. Eli loves to nurse with his sister, and he really helped out when my milk came in.
For now, things are pretty good as far as family dynamics. I'm keeping my eyes peeled for signs of jealousy, but I haven't seen any at all. Eli loves to give his sister kisses and is sometimes a bit over-enthusiastic, but it's all good. For the most part, he is very gentle and loving with her.