My Lover and My Fighter
Whelp it's official. Game on. My first "I don't love you" came in today. It actually stung less than I thought it would. I read this blog a few weeks prior to giving birth about "10 things that nobody will tell you about having a second child." One of the items was "you will have moments where you hate your firstborn child." I thought to myself "No way!" She is too young to understand what's going on, she's going to feel lonely and I am going to do everything I can to shield this little person from the big bad baby that is about to be born. Whelp. Yeah. I don't hate my little girl. But once that baby comes out and you see how little they are and how big their sibling is and how they have a functioning brain and the little one doesn't... it happens pretty quickly actually. My allegiance can now swing either way. And especially around bedtime, it's swinging towards my lover and not my fighter. This l...
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