Yes, Dov is a big brother! Baby boy (to be named on Sunday) was born just before midnight on Saturday night, after somewhere between 24 and 36 hours of labor and just over an hour after we got to the hospital.
Dov is taking it overall better than I expected. He mostly wants to stroke the baby's head, face, and hands, and point and shout "baba!" (which is as close to a real word as he gets nowadays -- everything else he likes is "dada!"). He does not appreciate the fact that the new baby is nursing, though he's mostly okay if he gets to nurse too. At first he tried to pull my breast out of the baby's mouth, and then a couple of times he shoved the baby's head -- he figured out pretty quickly that I didn't like that, so now he sort of sneaks his foot up from behind and tries to kick the baby's head away. But he's mostly affectionate. When someone is walking with a crying baby, he folds his arms across his chest and pretends he has one too. When the baby is done nursing (which almost always means is asleep) and I put him down, Dov runs over to try pick him up, which is NOT exactly appreciated, but very sweet, since he grabs him in his arms and cuddles.
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