You know, I knew Molly wanted a sister and Colin wanted a brother. This was no huge surprise at all. I knew that only 50% of my children would be happy after the gender reveal, but I really had no idea how hard Molly would actually take the news.
So the day of the ultrasound rolls around, and we discover that it is indeed a little boy that I am growing inside my uterus. I leave my appointment, pick up Molly from school, and share the news with my sweet girl. The conversation went something like this...
Me "Molly, guess what?? Mommy and Daddy went to the doctor today, and the doctor looked inside my tummy, and they figured out you are having a little brother."
Molly (uncontrollable sobbing, immediate onset)
Me "Awww, Molly, it's not that bad. A little brother will be awesome. He will be lot's of fun."
Molly (still crying)
Me "Here Molly, let's look at the pictures from the doctor. See, here is his little face, here are his feet, and this, this is his little pee pee."
Molly (through tears)"No Mommy, that is a girl baby. I promise. The doctor is wrong."
Me "Actually, they are pretty sure it is a boy Molly..."
Molly (more sobbing, new onset)
Me (unsure of what to do at this point) "I'm sorry Molly, would a chocolate cupcake make things better?"
Molly (sniffling)"OK Mommy..."
After a quick stop for a cupcake, Molly was able to continue on with her play date at the park. I was very careful not to mention the gender again for the rest of the evening. Well, at least until we picked up Colin. Colin was ecstatic. He was cheering...cue Molly crying, again.
This pattern actually continued for a few days. Molly in a constant state of denial, listening to my belly, and saying, "Nope Mommy, that sounds like a girl baby. I promise." At this point, I am grateful for the 18 + weeks we have to try and get this little girl to warm up to the idea.
About three or four days after the ultrasound appointment, Molly and I were in Target for some errands. As we pass the baby department, she says...
Molly "I guess we should get your baby a present Mommy..."
Me "OK Molly, what should we get for him??"
Molly "I guess he needs an outfit...and a toy..."
Me "That is very sweet of you to think of your little brother."
Molly "Your baby..."
Me "Ok, my baby...I guess we are making progress."
She picked out a very sweet little blue and green outfit with a raccoon hat and a tiny stuffed monkey. I was impressed, and thanked her.
Me "This is a cute little outfit. Thank you for picking it out for the baby."
Molly (looking down at her feet) "It would be cuter if it were pink..."
OK, so baby steps in the right direction. I couldn't help but snicker at her response. This little girl is hilarious. She seems to be coming around to the idea now. In fact, she told me she wants to help take care of my baby boy when he comes out. I know that with time, that novelty will also wear off, but maybe it can stick around for a little while. Her new solution is that I should have a boy baby and a girl baby...little does she know that twins might actually be enough to send me over the edge. I have tried to really sell the idea of her being the "only girl" now. You know, tons of mommy/daughter time, of princess dress up and ballet, no boys allowed. She is warming to the idea. Honestly, I think this is the best she could hope for. If she has to be dethroned as "The Baby," she may as well get to be the only girl. The princess in the middle, shall we say. Of course, all of her denial has left me with just a tiny little worry in the back of my mind...I mean, what if they were wrong?? What if it actually is a girl? I think I am going to ask for a quick check during my ultrasound tomorrow. You never know, maybe she knows something I don't know?? I want another look myself...before I strip the nursery that is already completely pink :)
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