Little Red has been better than great as a big brother. I’m worried already, three weeks post partum, that I’ve forgotten some of his golden events.
The second he walked in my hospital room he greeted us, “Hi Mummy! Hi Brother!” He didn’t wait for introductions or an adjustment period. He wanted to hold his brother right away and told me a couple of times, “get better, Mummy.”
That night, after my husband put him to bed, he snuck back downstairs. “Daddy,” he said, “Mummy’s not here. I sleep in your bed.”
The next day, when Early Bird and I came home, he proudly sad in his car seat beside his new brother and proclaimed to us “Early Bird is holding my finger!” They sat like that the whole way home. At home, he presented EB with his favourite cars whenever EB cried. “Here, EB, here’s Sheriff/Doc/Ramone.” At one point he lay down on the floor beside EB and said, “Hi, Early Bird, I’m Little Red.”
Whenever he comes into the room and sees me but not Early Bird he asks, very concerned, “where’s Early Bird?!?” and he delightedly (albeit loudly) greets Early Bird with an enthusiastic “Early Bird!!!” whenever the baby is “found” (sleeping.)
There’s more, there’s so much more, and I hope I spend the rest of my life chronicling the love they have for each other.