So it’s time for me to start knitting/sewing things for Baby Girl. She’s due in three months, and with the holidays coming and the hard work associated with that, I need to get started!
Having a third child is a rather odd experience. With Magoo, from the second I found out I was pregnant with her, everything revolved around the pregnancy. I was still working full time back then, but even that started to take to the back burner as I focused more and more attention on the pregnancy and getting ready for our baby girl.
With the Goose, some of this changed a bit as I couldn’t focus all of my attention on the pregnancy while still taking care of my already born little girl, but I still had plenty of time to make hats and booties, blankets, and sweaters for her. She came into the world with quite an extensive wardrobe of knit and crochet items in addition to all of those she had handed down from her big sister.
And then comes Baby Girl into the picture. I have so many things that I want to make for her, but I also have her two big sisters running around. Also seeing as how it is the holidays, I have been spending quite a bit of time making Halloween costumes for them and figuring out winter gear, and I’m about to start on a rather ambitious sewn and embroidered Christmas dress for the Goose. (Please pray for me and my nerves as I start that task!)
What I’m trying to get at is that it’s hard to focus so much time and attention on the baby yet to be born when the two who are already born need to so much.
And sometimes I feel guilty about this. But then I look around. No, she won’t be born into the quiet, orderly atmosphere that her oldest sister was, but she is being born into twice the love. Not only does she have the unquenchable love of her parents, but she has two big sisters to shower love and attention onto her. She has ready made playmates and friends.
I had a lot of guilt for quite some time when I realized that my girls were getting different advantages and disadvantages. Then I realized there’s not a single thing I can do about it. They have my all – my every waking second and waking thought. It all goes to them. I can’t make more of me. I can’t give them all undivided attention at every single second of every single day because there are siblings there who also need attention.
And that’s fine. It really is. I believe it.
As long as I give it my best, that’s the best I can do.
(Don’t I sound balanced, and reasonable??)