I was 9 months pregnant with Squish. I’d been having contractions – not strong, but regular – for over a week and I kept telling myself that this was the contraction that would get the ball rolling for real. I was putting Manchild to bed (Micah was at a meeting that night), but the boy wouldn’t go. He wanted me. He wanted me to sing another song. He wanted to sit on my lap. He wanted another hug, another kiss.
I couldn’t help but think that it could be his last night as an only child. And maybe he was having some sort of premonition about it. So I stayed. I let him sit on my lap. I sang him song after song after song. I tried to give him everything I had to give with the hope that in the morning, or maybe the next night, or possibly the day after that, I’d be able to give him his little brother to see and to stroke.
It didn’t happen that way. Squish didn’t come for another week at least, and by then I was pretty tired of indulging the clinginess, though I tried to be patient and remember the huge change that was coming for all of us.
But now Squish is going through a similar thing. He needs me. He needs me to hold him. He needs me to lie down with him and kiss his cheek. He needs to put his arms around my neck. I don’t mind it.
But I’m wondering if it is more of a 2 1/2-year-old thing or more of an I’m-about-to-have-another-baby thing? Both the boys were 2 1/2 when they went through this phase, so age could be the thing, but then again, I’ve also been quite pregnant when they were 2 1/2, so that could be it, too. Anyone else have a similar experience?