My 4-year-old daughter couldn’t stop talking about her new baby sister coming. Every night, we’d cuddle before bed while she laid her head on my belly.
Her sister would kick from inside of me and my, not so baby anymore, would light up with joy. I remember one night, a few weeks before my second baby was born, I held my little girl a tiny bit longer while she slept in my arms.
A lump in my throat ached below my ears as I tried to hold back the tears. Soon, she wouldn’t be my only baby anymore. The transition from one to two would be a major shift for all of us, but I remember thinking of how it would be for my first child.Read more on themighty.com