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When I was pregnant with Oliver, I was a little worried about how Isabel would take to a new sibling. She was – still is – very attached as a child and I thought that having to share me, especially after she weaned unexpectedly during my pregnancy, would be really hard on her. (I’ve probably mentioned this before; I struggle to remember my own name some days.)
Anyway, despite my fears, Isabel and Oliver have got on well right from the start. I have some lovely photos of her cradling him as a baby, and memories of her rushing to soothe him if he so much as murmured. I couldn’t have asked for them to hit it off better.
And yet somehow, despite this, this past couple of weeks they’ve become even closer. I don’t know whether it’s Oliver’s mobility and desire to get into everything Izz is doing, or just the sheer joy he gets from being around her, but they’ve become virtually inseparable. He’s the first thing she mentions when she wakes, she follows him round and helps him reach things, she talks about him at nursery and cuddles him if he “bumps his noggin'”.
I don’t know what I did right (assuming this was anything to do with me at all, probably not!) but long may it continue, because watching this brother-sister relationship blossom is one of the best parts of my day.