My DD was a bit older than yours, but I'll tell you what I remember. For me bringing another baby home to Darcy was a joy. I will never ever forget the day he was born and she arrived and swooped up to the bed to have a look. She was sooo excited.
When she proudly told the CC girls that she was getting a brother and his name would be Nate (not that we were telling anyone anything or had even discussed it with her but she had picked the name some 15weeks earlier and had been with me - but not listening I thought - when we had discovered he was a boy).
When asked by people who were visitng and she'd beam and proudly say "that's my brother!"
When I'd discover a handful of her toys in his bed because she thought he'd need something to play with.
The way she'd hover over the pram protectively when we were out if someone approached him.
She didn't regress with her sleep or her toilet training and she had been a pretty crap sleeper. I never heard her say a bad word to him or be mean at all, she is the kindest gentlest little girl - until he started to antagonise her all those months later.
Without being told she knows to stand up for him at the park. My heart nearly burst the first time.




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