If I said I wasn’t worried about how Elfie was going to react to the new baby in our lives, I would be lying. I was terrified. What if she hated him and plotted different ways to poke his eyes out and display them on sticks in our front garden? Because almost-2-year-olds are capable of that sort of evil, for definite. I’m not sure how else you would explain her taking herself off to the naughty step earlier on this week after a particularly vitriolic tantrum.
So far we have been lucky; Elfie is transfixed by her new brother. She loves to kiss and cuddle him (sometimes with more force than is necessary but she’s learning to be gentler) and point out his nose, ears, head and (eek, don’t poke them!) eyes. Whenever she hears him crying she runs to him, pats him and says ‘there there’ and she likes to join in with winding him after a feed. I’m looking forward to her realising the difference between ‘winding’ and ‘slapping a bit too hard on the back’.
We are working hard on making sure she doesn’t feel excluded, which can be tough as a newborn requires so much attention. The fact that she is tantruming more suggests that she’s feeling a bit insecure about the changes that have gone on but already she’s seeming more relaxed. I’ve been trying to do more multi-tasking activities, like involving her with cooking or drawing at the kitchen table whilst I’m preparing lunch, or reading her a story whilst I’m feeding Hux. I don’t want to wish away these gorgeous newborn moments but I am looking forward to the time when he’s more robust and alert and will able to show Elfie how much fun siblings are.