I thought my son was struggling with a new baby until he looked me dead in the eye and said, “Mommy, that baby isn’t ours.” What he said next changed everything.
I still hear Max’s voice in my head sometimes. Not the laughing, sticky-handed, superhero voice I knew so well. Not the one that used to shout, “Mom, watch this!” before doing something reckless off the couch.
I hear the whisper.
“Mommy, that’s not my sister.”
If he had screamed it, maybe I would have taken it more seriously. If he had thrown a tantrum, I would have chalked it up to jealousy. If he had acted angry, I would have understood that too.
He was five. He’d been an only child his whole life. Everyone told me the transition would be hard.
But Max wasn’t angry.
He was terrified.
That is the part I can’t forgive myself for missing.
For months, he had begged for a baby sister.
He picked out little yellow socks at Target and held them up to me like they were treasure. He named my stomach “Baby Bean” before we knew the gender. When the ultrasound tech told us it was a girl, he clapped so hard people in the hallway turned to look.
“My sister,” he kept saying. “My sister is in there.”
He told his kindergarten teacher he was going to be “the best big brother in the whole state.” He said state because apparently the world felt too small.
Even at the hospital, he was obsessed with her. He stood on a chair beside my bed, one hand resting on the rail, staring down at her pink face like she was the most important person he’d ever seen.
“She’s tiny,” he whispered.
My husband, Daniel, laughed. “Most newborns are.”
Max frowned at him. “No, Dad. I mean tiny tiny. Like if I sneeze wrong, she’ll fly away.”
Then he bent close to her and said, very solemnly, “I’m your big brother. I got you.”
I cried right there in that hospital bed.
So when we brought our daughter home the next afternoon, and Max suddenly refused to go near the nursery, I thought maybe the reality had finally hit him. I was exhausted, sore, leaking milk through my bra, and running on maybe two hours of sleep.
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