Before we had Norah, in fact before we'd even decided to have another child, we talked about the impact on Hannah. Of being a big sister, of having a "friend", a companion, an accomplice. Someone to spend time with and enjoy. And while it's been nearly two years since Norah arrived, it's been mixed reviews so far on having a little sister. Hannah is fantastic at being a big sister. She loves Norah, plays with her, snuggles her, and fights with her. And since Norah is nearly full on into the terrible two's, the fighting is more prevalent than it has been previously.
BUT, there are times when I know we chose right. And that no matter how things are most of the time, they do love each other, and will hold each other up when it comes down to it. Saturday morning Steven got up with them, and when he brought Norah out into the living room, she instantly started to cry when she realized I wasn't awake yet. Shrieking "MAMA" over and over, he took her back in their room to change her diaper. When I came downstairs a few minutes later, Steven was on the loveseat, Gary in the chair, and the two girls cuddled up sweetly on the couch. Steven said that Norah didn't want him, she wanted Hannah. And Hannah kindly obliged her by cudding her nicely. Times like that make me sure that having two was the right decision.