Knowing our smarty pants Sawyer, it was obvious he wasn't going to be one of those kids who lets you just sneak a new baby into his life. Before the baby came, we talked about Elouise, showed him pictures of when he was a baby, and showed him other siblings around town. He essentially ignored us-on the outside- when we did these things, but I knew somewhere deep inside that megamind of his something was sinking in. At least I hoped.
To aid his transition from only child to sharing mama, Nana got him a baby dolly that we sewed a little blanket for and let him wrap up and burp and put to sleep. That little baby helps him when mama is busy. He can take care of his dolly while mama takes care of the new baby. We also got him a bringing home baby gift. We weren't convinced that Elouise would win his heart by "giving" him a gift at the hospital when he came to meet her, so we had the gift waiting at home for him as a reward (and surprise!) for being a good helper to us in bringing baby home from the hospital. We hoped it would be a pretty failure-proof idea since Sawyer loves getting packages in the mail, especially boxes, because that means he can open them with sharp things. Having something new waiting just for him helped make the moment special for him, and also redirected his attention to something positive so we had time to gush over Louie without leaving him to feel forgotten.
With all of our preparation and focus on Sawyer transitioning and Louie staying happy and safe, somehow my trophy cup got left at the hospital. I was ready to cry. That drink mug is the ultimate "party favor," the long tall glass of water that proclaims your baby-having victory to all who see it. I waited nine long months for that mug, only to leave it behind in the rush and excitement of bringing our family of four home.
But hey, at least we didn't leave a kid behind.
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