Through Chrissie's eyes

A strong bond

A little later, Louisa and I were discharged from the hospital and finally we could go home. Of course, getting out of the car and going in with my little girl reminded me of Jimmy's birth. All that feeling of joy and responsibility coming to the fore again. However, as much as raising two kids was a bit more challenging, I was much calmer now about it.

"I'll get Jimmy ..." Brian told me, bringing me back to the present. "Are you going to be all right?"

"Sure, of course, I'm missing him." I smiled, thinking about how Jimmy would react to his little sister.

Brian kissed me goodbye, and he also kissed Louisa's forehead, which made her look curious to him. As soon as he left, she began to cry.

"Hey, hey ..." I rocked her to calm her down "Daddy's coming soon, I promise, you'll meet your brother, yeah, yeah ..."

Louisa stopped crying for a moment, but then started again. Yeah, it would be like the old days when Jimmy was a baby. I started to walk with her around the house, still rocking her, starting to sing "39" chorus softly. But she was still crying.

"What do you mean, you don't like '39?" I asked her, which made her stare at me for a moment.

So I figured it was something else, and I was right, I changed Louisa's first diaper while her dad and her brother came home, I overheard them coming in.

"My love? Chrissie?" Brian searched for me.

"Mom!" Jimmy was faster "are you okay? Did you get hurt in the hospital? Where is my sister?"

"Calm down Jimmy, calm down" I laughed at his excitement. "She's right here. You have to be very quiet, okay? She may be startled by a loud noise."

"Ok, Mom" my boy lowered his voice as he answered me.

I took Louisa out of the crib, slowly, no matter how she was still awake. I sat in the rocking chair and Jimmy came to my side, watching his little sister.

"She's ... cute!" decided my son "I want to hold her, mom, can I?"

"Only if you're very, very careful, she's small and fragile, you can't move her too much on your lap, understand?" I instructed, serious.

Jimmy nodded, equally serious.

I got up slowly, my son understood that he had to sit down to hold his sister. He straightened his posture and held out his hands. I had to laugh at his cuteness.

"Do like this, Jimmy." Brian showed him how he had to fold his arms, and our boy imitated his father.

I leaned forward slowly, and I placed Louisa in her brother's arms. She smiled at once.

"I wanted to tell her something, but I don't know if she understands" my little one said.

"Of course she understands" Brian answered in his best teacher ton "she just doesn't know how to answer yet."

"Oh ..." understood Jimmy "then hi Louisa, I'm Jimmy, actually my name is James. but everyone calls me Jimmy, including the uncles. Have you met the uncles? They're cool, each in their own way, Uncle John and Uncle Freddie are quieter, but Uncle Roger is the messiest. He makes more of a mess than us ... Us are me, Bobby, Felix, Mike and Rory ..."

I noticed that Jimmy would continue to talk non-stop, very atypical for our family, who had a reputation for being quiet and timid, but at least Louisa was attentive to every word, completely fascinated. It was lovely to see Jimmy's instinct as an older brother, introducing the world to his little sister, preparing her for what she would meet, instructing her on good and bad things to protect her.