Westley is tired of being asked what he thinks of his little sister. Every time we go somewhere as a new family of four, an adult inevitably asks him about big brotherhood, and I watch his face just fall. It's not that Westley doesn't love Ivy—it's clear that he absolutely does love her, at least enough to explain the entire plots of The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi to her yesterday morning—but having a baby around is nothing like he imagined it would be.
Westley knew Ivy wouldn't be able to ride a tricycle right away, or watch movies, or play Attacktix with him. But he didn't count on Mommy being so laid up, especially in the first few days. Fortunately, Daddy has been home full-time for the past two weeks. Unfortunately, Daddy has been picking up the slack for Mommy, in addition to dealing with his own sleep deprivation. It certainly hasn't been non-stop Daddy/Westley fun time!
The standard reply to "What do you think of your little sister?" has been, "Pretty great" (no exclamation point). He's also said, "I'm so glad I have a little sister," several times since she was born. But Westley is not at all happy about sharing his mother's attention—and he's been taking his anger out on every adult except me. Rob gets the worst of it (there's been a huge increase in father/son friction since Ivy's birth), but the grandparents have also been treated to a new crabby side of Westley. Meanwhile, I sit in my rocker, nurse the baby, try to intervene, try to stay out of it, wish everyone would stop bickering and just get along, cry because I can't fix things.
I feel guilty for not having prepared Westley better for his sister's arrival. I wish I had done more to make the adjustment period smoother for him. Though I'm not exactly sure what I would have done.
Truth be told, this new family dynamic is not what I expected either.