Before delivery, hubby commented that I didn't seem too excited about welcoming the new baby. I suppose it's only logical that having a second baby cannot compare to having the first, VERY long-awaited one?
The first few days post-delivery were emotionally stressful for me. I begrudged the loss of time with Jo Ern and missed her a lot, more than the new baby in the hospital nursery.
Maybe since it was only 2 years since Jo Ern, I remembered that time only too well and unrealistically expected a repeat. Cradling and feeding Su Ern seemed odd. Talking to her and using the same phrases I used to Jo Ern didn't feel right. It was as though this wasn't my baby. My baby is Jo Ern. This baby looks different, whose baby was this? It didn't help that I was struggling to feed her. My irritation and stress rose while she squirmed away and cried.
The feelings caught me by surprise. From what I'd read, others resented the older child for demanding extra attention while they had to deal with the newborn. It was the opposite for me.
As the days passed though, it got better. This small, soft little baby is a dream to care for. She sleeps a lot and only cries when her diaper is dirty. I even have to wake her up for milk. After that I can usually put her down and attend to my own needs. Confinement was definitely not this easy with baby Jo Ern!
I am thinking now that things will be good. And that my world will definitely expand to include little Su Ern. :)
Mummy, look... I'm very cute too