Dominick and Shea are getting along. Not getting along great or poorly, but simply getting along. The problem is Shea is a little bit afraid of the little man. The little man who weighed in at less than 5 pounds 9 ounces when he first came home.
The first few days we were home, Shea, who has slept with Jeff and I in our bed since a very young age, would not even come upstairs. He could be found sleeping like this:
Sad, rejected, confused. Shea went through those first few days very mopily and with somewhat of a chip on his shoulder. In between feedings, cuddling, and napping, I made sure that I found time for Shea. Time to go for walks, time to go throw the ball around, and time to rub his belly. Soon enough, Shea realized that he hadn't become the ugly step-sister overnight. He was still loved, there was just a slight change in the daily agenda. Suddenly, Shea was back to his normal self: loving life and loving that he has a little brother.
Ok, maybe he doesn't quite love having a baby brother. Yet. But, he now knows that he will not be ignored and that we can still have fun with the little guy around. Although they are not best friends, they will be some day. I continue to remind both of them of that on a daily basis.
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