I knew that there would be some bumps in the road as Oliver learns his new role of big brother. Overall, he is adjusting nicely.
As I've previously mentioned, he loves Emelia and is very affectionate with her.
Except when he hits her.
Which he has done twice.
Which really isn't that bad considering she was born three weeks ago. Right?!
Then there is the acting out. Good grief.
Oliver and I no longer speak the same language. Here are some illustrations.
When I say "no" Oliver takes it to mean "go ahead."
When I say "stop" Oliver hears "keep doing that."
The "I-read-everything-on-the-internet-I-can-find-on-parenting" mother in me knows that he is testing his boundaries and that I need to be firm and consistant which will provide him with the security he needs to feel loved.
The human in me says "for-crying-out-loud-I'm-going-to-pull-my-hair-out-if-you-don't-behave" -- lets just say it's been a bit rough.
A high point for me came on a night when Andy had to work late.
We sat down to dinner, Oliver, Emelia and I, and we were all in tears.
But we are learning each day, and surviving...one day at a time.