I don’t know that I’ve ever talked with a Mom pregnant with her second child who didn’t have some sort of worry/concern about how the addition of another baby into the house was going to affect the older sibling. When I got pregnant with my son, my oldest was about 18 months old – and we were at an AMAZING stage with her where we had truly settled into this parenting thing, she had an awesome spirit about her, she was becoming more independent, she took monster naps and she slept through the night. I’ll be honest… it was a dream. And we knew how lucky we were to have that.
And while I knew that growing our family had always been part of the plan … in my head, I wondered if we were going to rock her world so bad that all of that was going to disappear…. that this amazing, spunky little girl that I had come to adore SO MUCH and was used to getting all of our adoration… would suddenly lash out and regress … and that she would be resentful to us that we now had to share our love and attention with another baby.
And the reality is…. that all came true. At least for a little while.