I am the third child. My name is Elle. I am seven weeks old. I am so different from my brothers. Today was the perfect example. Let me show you how. My words are in red. My brothers' are in blue.
I went to the OB today with mom.
I stayed with Grandma and was held the whole time.
I cried at the OB so the doc picked me up and gave me to my mom while she was having an internal exam. Yes, she held me while scooting down the exam table.
I have never been to the OB.
My mom only brought enough formula for one bottle and didn't even check the number of diapers in the diaper bag.
Mom always had plenty of food and diapers when I was a baby.
Mom keeps switching formula brands to save money. Bought the Target brand today.
Mom was too afraid because I was always fussy regardless of the type or brand.
At the doctor's office for me today, mom only had a newborn diaper in her bag. I haven't worn those in weeks. She could barely close the diaper in front of the nurse.
Mom never tried this with me.
I am sitting in the hallway asleep in my car seat right now. Mom must be in heaven. I can hear my brothers running by my car seat but I don't care. I just keep sleeping.
I like a quiet house.
Mom and Dad are both first born children. They find it fascinating how different three children can be. I can't wait to show them how patient and flexible I can be. I will know how to share. I will be a team player. And I will be tough. Boys, consider this your warning.