Michael and I never really believed that while I was pregnant. We’d look at Tessa and we couldn’t imagine that she would ever hold any smaller of a place in our hearts. We couldn’t imagine there would be times when we would ignore her. We couldn’t imagine treating her differently.
But I’m here to tell you that it’s true. So very true. As much as it may seem impossible, it isn’t.
It’s sad, really.
Don’t get me wrong; we still love Tess…a LOT. But she gets soooo much less attention these days. I’ll be busy with Nora and suddenly I’ll realize that it’s 5:00 p.m. and I’ve not done much more than give Tessa a glance or two. Forget petting, snuggling, talking to, or kissing her.
After our first day/night home from the hospital (which was a nightmare), Tessa really did adjust quickly and has been pretty great ever since. She generally leaves Nora alone, and aside from sometimes barking during naptime–which sends me into a fit of rage–she’s a good girl. And she takes her loving when she can get it. For instance, as I write this, Nora is napping in her crib, and Tessa is napping sprawled out in my lap.
She goes outside to potty a lot less often during the day.
She kinda stinks. She clearly needs a bath.
She needs a nail clipping like there’s no tomorrow.
I’m pretty sure she has a raging ear infection that had gone unnoticed up until this past weekend. (And believe me, we feel horrible about that.)
But she’s still our Tessa girl. And she’s still a big part of our family.
AboutI'm Heather. I'm 32 and have been married to Michael for six years. Together, we have two beautiful little girls we love more than anything, and a miniature dachshund who drives us crazy. I'm a full-time working mom who has very little time for my own "stuff" these days, like home improvement, cooking/baking, cake decorating, and photography. Despite the team not making the playoffs since 1999, I'm STILL a Buffalo Bills fan, which I think speaks to my loyalty AND sense of humor. I can't wait to pick up the pace with travel again some day... you know, when we're done being ruled by tiny fists. Welcome to my blog.
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