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I went through so much of the same thing when I was pregnant with DS#2. I'm going through it again now. Lars is so excited, but ds#2 is a much more cuddly and sometimes clingy child. I know this is just going to rock his world!
Of course my kids bicker at times, but to watch them play together is just the most incredible thing ever!! Savor this time and of course you will mourn the changes. But get ready to celebrate. In a few weeks you will wonder how you ever managed to not have this new creature in ALL of your lives!
Lars actually NEVER showed any of the things I feared as far as feeling left out or anything. We worked hard to keep his routine as stable as possible. When daddy came home at night he spent time with just Lars and then I spent time with just Lars.
I put this poem in Lars' scrapbook when Dane was on the way:
by Debbie Kimminan
I walk along holding your 2-year-old hand,
basking in the glow of our magical relationship.
Suddenly I feel a kick from within,
as if to remind me that our time alone is limited.
And I wonder: how could I ever love another child as I love you?
Then he is born,
and I watch you.
I watch the pain you feel at having to share me
as you've never shared me before.
I hear you telling me in your own way,
"Please love only me."
And I hear myself telling you in mine,
"I can't," knowing, in fact, that I never can again.
You cry. I cry with you.
I almost see our new baby as an intruder
on the precious relationship we once shared.
A relationship we can never quite have again.
But then, barely noticing,
I find myself attached to that new being,
and feeling almost guilty.
I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying him--as though I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change,
first to curiosity,
then to protectiveness,
finally to genuine affection.
More days pass,
and we are settling into a new routine.
The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast.
But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we
There are new times---only now, we are three.
I watch the love between you grow,
the way you look at each other, touch each other.
I watch how he adores you--as I have for so long.
I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments.
And I begin to realize that I haven't taken something from you,
I've given something to you.
I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of
I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are,
but equally strong.
And my question is finally answered, to my amazement.
Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you--only differently.
And although I realize that you may have to share my time,
I now know you'll never share my love.
There's enough of that for both of you---you each have your own supply.