I was really panicking about bringing a new baby home to Trent, and with good reason because the first few weeks have been a bit up and down.
I realised straight away that Trent was all over his dad, and that he could sense something was different with me, so I made sure that when I could make a fuss of him I did. It wasn’t easy though as I was still in a bit of pain from the birth and I was breastfeeding Roisin. I kept catching Trent watching me out of the corner of his eye so I knew that he was interested, and I gradually introduced him to his baby sister. His initial reaction shocked me. He seemed to be scared of her, which I’d never imagined. When she moved he cried, there was no way I could get him to go anywhere near her.
After a few days he got a bit braver and ventured a bit closer to her, he was soon coming right up to her, laughing and tickling her. It would’ve been quite sweet but the tickling turned into him wanting to grab her feet and not letting go!
Now Roisin is four weeks old and Trent is becoming quite fond of his new sister, so fond in fact that I regularly catch him with her dummy in his mouth!

An exhausted-looking mummy and her gang:

Roisin’s first trip to the beach:

Trent playing at big brother and showing off: