Tuesday, February 28, 2012
When Baby Made Four
Two things happened recently that reminded me.
1) On Emma's birthday, Braeden wanted stories about when she was a baby. He is always wanting stories. My historian.
2) My brother and his wife welcomed their second baby, a little girl, into the world. (Welcome aboard, Azure! I am looking forward to meeting you.)
I remembered the first few days of Emma's life. The day we brought her home from the hospital, I lay Emma in the middle of our bed and went about putting things away. Luckily, that didn't take me very far from Emma because Braeden covered her entire body with a pillow. He said he wanted to play hide and seek with her.
When my heart started beating again, I explained to Braeden fervently that he was never to do that.
I felt slightly alarmed about this whole mother of two proposition.
My mom came to visit and kept us fed and cared for and kept Braeden from playing hide and seek with Emma. She stayed for several days and it was lovely. I decided that after she left, I would cope with all the feeding sessions, when Braeden could potentially get into all sorts of two year old trouble, by reading to him. (Even back then, he loved stories.)
On the morning my mom left and when it was time for me to feed Emma, I settled onto the couch and instructed Braeden to bring me a book. He amiably selected a book and scampered to my side. He handed me the book and then climbed onto the couch. As he was propelling his stout legs upward, he accidentally kicked newborn Emma with one of his chunky toddler shoes. He kicked her in the head.
Emma started screaming.
I started crying.
And then Braeden did too.
As we sat there crying together, I wondered what on earth I was thinking. Why did I think I could handle two babies? I in no way had what it took.
(I still feel like that sometimes.)
But the upside is that Braeden hasn't kicked Emma in the head since...and Emma's head survived. We all survived. So far so good.
Sigh...I miss Braeden and Emma. Tomorrow I'll give you a Palm Desert update. I wish they were here too.