When we decided to try for another child I didn’t really think about how the boys would cope with a little sister – I just took it for granted that they’d be as happy to meet her as we would be. What I did think about was how much easier I’d find it having a single baby after twins instead of doing it the other way around.
In hindsight, both options are tricky – a single toddler with baby twin siblings must struggle with the lack of attention as newborn twins take up so much time and energy, likewise juggling two very fast runners while trying to take care of a newborn isn’t going to be easy either. But I guess at least I’ll be able to let the boys loose at soft play while I enjoy a sit down and a coffee, and while they’re at pre-school my life will be amazingly free – I’ll be able to take my baby swimming and to the baby cinema screenings, things I could never do with the boys. I’ll be able to get into shops with my single buggy and meet friends for lunch without worrying about how to feed two screaming babies and upsetting the other diners.
Part of me feels very sad that my boys missed out on doing some of the things my friends did with their children. But I still love the fact they have each other and they are so close, even if they do fight like mad sometimes. I love that when Husband is tickling one of them to death, the other always tries to help their brother, or if I’m pretending to be the wolf from the three little pigs they both gang up on me to fight me off.
During the first few months of this pregnancy the boys were in denial. When I tried to tell them that mummy was having a baby, they just shouted “no” over and over again. As my tummy grew, they became more determined that I was not having a baby. But after reading them There’s a House Inside my Mummy a few times (which was recommended by lots of people on Twitter) they started to warm to the idea. Then at a birthday party two months ago there was a baby girl there in her car seat. The boys were fascinated with her and kept going over to tickle her toes. They beamed at her and kept waving and saying “hello baby”. It melted my heart and I stopped worrying about how they were going to adapt.
As the third trimester has passed, they’ve become more interested in pulling up my top to see my bump (which is a nightmare when we’re out and I’m wearing a dress) and touch my belly. They like to feel her move and often kiss my tummy and wave at her. T1 keeps telling me that he is desperate to show her his cars and T2 wants to show her his train track.
I think that not only do we need nine months to get our heads around the idea of bringing a new baby into the world, so do our children. We’ve bought the baby presents from the boys, and the boys presents from the baby. We’ve done what we can to prepare them, but a baby will change their world beyond belief. Now we’ve just got to wait and see what happens! Wish us luck, as her arrival is imminent!
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