When we brought Girl1 home from hospital, I found it hard to believe. Seriously, us with a baby? They’ve really let me go home with a teeny baby? What do I know about babies? They’re supposed to be the experts; how can they not see that we’ll be out of our depth with this wee thing to be responsible for? I kept expecting a high speed car, a blue flashing light, and a social worker coming to rescue the baby.
That didn’t happen. We muddled through. We coped with colic and feeding and tantrums and tears. We’re not experts, but we’re all doing ok. So far, so good.
And now Girl1 is going away without us. For three nights to have fun, sleep in a church hall and do lots of dancing. A wonderful opportunity. Part of growing up. Brilliant. I’m delighted for her. But… Did I mention that we’re not going?
Can it be simply a coincidence that the day before she takes a big leap into the world, we welcome Jake into the family? A tiny thing that needs love and security. We’re not experts, but we’re good at muddling through; we can do TLC, and will learn the rest.
The McSpecs- we must be gluttons for punishment.