Pity in Pink

We found out the sexes of the babies this time around.  With Lillian we went the old fashioned route and waited for the big surprise.  But with two, and a house we are trying to smartly renovate, we thought it best to prepare a little in advance for room arrangements and such.  At 18 weeks we had our first level 2 anatomy ultrasound.  And while the main objective was to find out that each baby was healthy, we hoped the tech could confirm the sexes as well.  Both of which were confirmed fairly quickly for a twin ultrasound.  Within minutes we knew baby A was a boy, making John quite proud.  After a full scan of baby A, baby B blatantly showed his boy parts as well.  Relief.  And extreme joy on my part.  Not only were they healthy, but I had hoped for 2 boys simply for my little girl's sake.

After having Lillian, John and I would talk about how we kind of "felt sorry" for the baby(ies) that might follow her because they would never get the one on one attention and care that Lillian will receive for the first 22-23 months of her life.  Then we got pregnant with twins.  And we both couldn't help but turn the tables and feel sorry for our precious little girl.  I don't think its entirely unheard of to feel a little pity for your own child, who is one-hundred percent perfectly cared for and has everything she needs, but it feels a little weird to admit it. 

So we realize that we should not necessarily pity our daughter, who is now going to get about one-third of the attention she is used to.  But we should instead embrace the thought that she will forever be our only little girl and will absolutely be the best big sister these boys could have.  Since finding out about the boys, I've almost subconsciously done things that make the little one's surroundings even more girly.  I never thought I'd be this way, but I simply cannot help myself.  Her new room, which is still a work in progress, is entirely shrouded in pink.  I've been buying more pink clothes and glittery shoes.  And when recently shopping up at Urban Arts and Crafts for fabric for the boys room, I could not help myself when she fell in love with this super soft pink fabric.  I bought it for her, trimmed it in more pink, and it is her latest lovey.

Material possessions, I know, will not make this little girl who she is destined to be.  But when she lights up, squeaks, and snuggles up so close to something that I made for her, there's a little bit more to it than just a possession.  More later on the room and the endless effort to add more pink...