We took Alice to my ultrasound appointment a couple of Fridays ago – it was the one that comes at the halfway mark, when you really get a good look.
We weren’t sure how she would react. “Look!” I pointed. “She’s waving to you! Do you see her hand? Her foot?” In the end, Alice seemed interested, but unimpressed. When we were finished, the sonographer gave her a Cinderella sticker and her very own printout of a hazy image of her sister.
Later that day, she picked up that picture and asked me, “It’s a baby alligator, right?”
It’s hard to know how much she really understands.
One afternoon, when I picked her up from preschool, her teacher told me that they had been talking about families when Alice stood up and announced that she was going to be a big sister. That the baby would cry, but that she would rock her and feed her milk.
And, oh, man. That made me cry.
I feel a little guilty every so often, knowing the earthquake this will be in her life. These have been sweet times, just the three of us. But I try to remember that the best thing my parents ever gave me were siblings, and I think Alice is going to be so good at this.