We did it. We drove over to meet our new niece. We also got to see her two big sisters, our niece born in February, and her big brother. Five kids. It all came down to scheduling. It was either this weekend or not until the second weekend of July because we have weekend plans until then.
It wasn't hard. There wasn't a sense of dread as we drove over. There were no tears while we were there. No one made any jerk comments. It wasn't nearly as hard as it was when we survived meeting the niece born in February.
She's so tiny. She has a ton of hair, to the point where her little sideburns curl into her ears. The joke was that she has more hair than hubs (totally true!). She has big feet and long fingers and toes. I got to hold her a lot. She seems to be a really content baby. She doesn't really do much, but it is my understanding that babies of this age don't (I've never really been a baby person and thanks to infertility I never really had the occasion to learn). Silly as this sounds I had a little moment when she opened her eyes and looked up at me and I saw her eye lashes-one of those "I'm never going to look into my own baby's eyes" sort of moments.
February niece is growing like a weed. She turned four months old today. She's a hoot! A really happy baby. Huge smile. The most adorable laugh. I can't believe how big she is. I think she'll be sitting up by herself the next time we see her.
I took the cutest picture of hubs with one baby in each arm. He might never get to be a dad, but he certainly rocks the uncle role.
At one point all five kids were congregated around me, all trying to sit on my lap. Somebody snapped a picture. I thought it was so cute that I put it on Facebook. The best comment was: "Looks like you need a bigger lap!" I loved that comment.
I don't know why it was so much easier this time. Part of me feels a lot of guilt because of it. But I'm going to try not to dwell on that and just go with it from this point forward, loving all of them as much as I can.