Hey folks! It’s Kevin. I don’t know if you saw it, but I wrote a post for Ali’s blog a couple years ago right before Molly was born. I really wanted to give Ali at least a day from off from writing, so I figured I would fill in. Well last week, and I’m not exaggerating when I say this, she had her computer out and was working on upcoming blog posts while laying in the labor & delivery room. In between contractions, she was working on her website. I realized that I should probably do it again! Especially now that Riley has arrived and she’s up feeding him every couple hours at night. She’s exhausted and I want her to rest, so I am once again your guest writer!
I want to write about an unexpected aspect of bringing baby number 2 home from the hospital. I was honestly full of mixed emotions during Ali’s pregnancy. We had built up such an incredible bond and rhythm with Molly over the previous 22-months, and I felt a little weird about disrupting that. Don’t get me wrong, we were trying for a second pregnancy and we were beyond thrilled to know that we would soon be a family of 4… but a part of me knew that when we brought him home, he would steal a good amount of our time away from Molly. It was a weird feeling. I was obviously super anxious to meet him, but I was a little sad that our days as a family of 3 were coming to an end.
The thing I wasn’t prepared for, was how much his presence would immediately age Molly! Have any other parents experienced this?? It’s kinda mind-blowing honestly. Ali & I were in the hospital for about 50 hours, which is by far the longest we’ve been away from Molly. It seems that in that time, she went from our little baby to our huge kid! We’ve been telling her for months that she’s “no longer a baby” and she’s “a big kid now”, but I never actually felt that way. But then as soon as she came stomping into the hospital room to meet her brother, I finally saw that big kid. I mean I guess it’s possible that she physically grew a noticeable amount in the time we were away. Another part of it is obviously the comparison to the little newborn in the room. But there has to be something beyond that. Something subconscious. She seems more mature, her feet look bigger, she feels heavier, etc. Those 2 and a half days in the hospital feel like 2 and a half years. Again, I can’t say this enough, I feel like the luckiest guy in the world to have a wonderful wife and two beautiful children… but there is something very sad about no longer seeing our first baby as a baby and I wasn’t prepared for that. Please let me know in the comments (or on my Twitter or Instagram) if you can relate.