My baby niece has finally been born. I am full of joy, she is beautiful and my lovely sister looks tired but is coping valiantly. I went to visit them and could not believe how tiny she is and how maternal I think I have become over the last few years. She felt so at home in my arms I wanted to run away with her. I felt able to cope, I knew what to do and how to help my sister. I was a lovely feeling, rather different from when I was in hospital with toddler boy, feeling totally scared and unable even to work out how to put a nappy on him.
Its amazing how much you change as a parent between baby one and two, with toddler boy I felt unsure of everything, unable to do much and very very scared. With Fifi, I took it all in my stride, I felt more secure in my choices and more confident that she would keep breathing and that she was eating enough. I think it helped that the birth of Fifi was easier than Toddler boy’s, that is the benefit of a really good midwife. The importance of which is underestimated.
This is my first time being an auntie and I really hope it won’t be the last. I shall pledge to try to provide a warm and friendly face for my niece, someone who she can talk to with things she feels are too embarrassing to talk to her mummy and daddy about. I am sure that my children will welcome another person to play and fight with and to lead astray (that specifically applies to Fifi’s influence).