When M brought Little L over to me in the OR minutes after she was born I did a double take. I was a little punchy from the surgery, but for a minute I truly thought I was having a flash back to C’s birth. It was uncanny how much my second born resembled the first.
I wasn’t the only one who saw the resemblance. Every visitor commented on the similarities. One friend even thought we’d gotten confused and sent out C’s birth pictures. Little L even has a bump on her head in the exact same spot that C had hers. It’s uncanny. I hold this tiny baby and I feel like I’m holding her sister. It doesn’t help that she’s as easy as C was at her age.
As I sit here and hold Little L, I worry. I worry that people will constantly compare her to the sister she so resembles. I worry that people will hold her to an invisible standard. I worry that people will expect her to be as well behaved, as quick, as funny as C. I worry that no one will let her be herself. And mostly, I worry that I’ll be first and worst offender. She’s only two weeks old and I’m already doing it.