I think Little Red has a pretty good idea at this point that there’s a baby on the way and that right now his brother is in my belly. He has, rarely, patted his own belly and said, “hi brother” and only once has he patted my husband’s belly in response to the question “where’s baby?” We talk about Baby Brother daily, and look at drawings of the growing fetus in our pregnancy book. Sometimes he will spontaneously come up and kiss my belly (especially if it is exposed) and will most certainly do so if prompted.
I think Baby Brother knows there’s a big brother in the house, too. When Little Red lets out his characteristic whine and scream to alert the neighbourhood of what a terrible mother I am, the baby has a very special move. It’s a very X-Files squirm and roll that he only ever does in response to Little Red’s wails.
When Little Red and I are cuddling on the couch (usually because I’m trying to doze off) is when I am most sure that they each know of the other’s existence. It varies as to the instigator, sometimes the baby will give a kick, or sometimes Little Red will send an elbow jab his way, but cuddling on the couch almost guarantees that they will start wrestling, leaving me hostage in the middle.
It’s clearly an omen of things to come, but I don’t know how to interpret the results. Is this a good thing? Or is it fair warning of a tumultuous future?