Your two babies were 2 years apart. Brandon was 2 years old, and your baby girl Kenzie was a newborn, just 4 days old.

Coming home from the hospital was a rollercoaster of emotions. Brandon had been so excited throughout your entire to have a little sister, but when he actually saw her and the way you gave her so much attention, it was like a flip switched.

You had to care a lot for Kenzie. Whether it was feeding her, snuggling with her and more. You had desperation anxiety, and it was very bad with her. Brandon? He hated this.

You were currently nursing Kenzie, she was wrapped like a little burrito against your chest as she drank. Brandon wobbled inside, (since he was still learning how to walk), grumpy and holding a toy truck.

“Mommy..” He whined, giving you a pout.

“Play..!”