Late nights, long nights, schedules, feeding, dependency, love. A lot of love.
There was also a lot of things I wasn't prepared for.
Csection. Trauma. Breastfeeding woes. Pumping. Poop. Barf. How much love there would be.
So far, the best thing about parenting two children that I wasn't prepared for--truly prepared for, was THEIR love.
I should have seen it, right away, from the magical way she gazed at him.
Just look at how much she loved him. From the start.
But you know, he was little, and lumpy, and had no emotion but feed me and sleep. Now that he is big, now that he is growing, he gives her the same looks.
When she walks into a room, it's the first thing he sees. He is her good morning, and she is his happy day.
They laugh, they play. She is so gentle, and so helpful, and so careful to involve him in all things. She is the first to jump up when he cries, and the reason he is quickly laughing again. She would easily sleep with him if I let her.
This weekend, I took her shopping, just she and I. Within 15 minutes, she whispered, "I miss my baby brother."
He is her best friend. She loves him with all of her little heart and soul. And he sees the world when he sees her.
Seeing them learn and grow, and seeing them experience the world together, side by side, hand in hand--there are just no words for how magical it is. It envelopes my entire being. I squeal like a schoolgirl at the thought.
I know that as they grow, it may wax and wane. It will change. They will change. But they will always be bonded together, and I hope hope hope they will stay as in love with one another as they are right now.