When last I left you, Evie and I were suffering from separation anxiety. You’ve probably been wondering about us…
It’s going pretty well, actually. She went through a few days of deep sadness, something we’ve never seen in this happy and most contented girl. When we moved a new bed for the baby into her corner of the room, I let her sleep in it at nap time, of course, but she’s a big girl now, she tells me, and she just giggles now when I put her in the little crib. With five weeks left in this pregnancy, I’m fairly exhausted myself, so we just snuggle down together in the big bed for naps. When I wake, I tuck pillows around her and let her finish her own nap.
At bed time, she whines that she doesn’t want to go to sleep, and I whine back because she sounds so silly. She keeps her sisters up much later than they’d like, with her chattering and antics. Sometimes, after the lights are out, she falls asleep sitting up, and then she slumps over, folding her wee self in half, and so I have to make sure to stay awake till she’s asleep so that I can lay her back out before she suffocates herself or cuts off the circulation to the lower half of her body. Weird.
And me? I miss her… and I don’t. It’s all part of growing up, for both of us, I guess. And the new baby is coming soon, and we had to make room, in our house and in our hearts. There’s room for sure, and we’re waiting, waiting, waiting. Both of us. All of us.