The entire time I was pregnant with Willow, all I could think about was Mischa. I couldn't imagine really loving the new baby. I knew I would, I just couldn't picture it. Then we had the ultrasound. And, oh yeah, that's a baby in there. With feet. That only lasted about 24 hours. Then it was a baby with Spina Bifida. Soon to be a dead baby.
But now all I do is love my baby. Willow and the baby that hasn't even been conceived yet (or has it?).
Just like what I always read happens when a second baby is born. Suddenly the first is an older child. A little irritating. I'm a little resentful. Please, Mischa, just leave me alone for a minute. Just let me be with the baby.
What baby? There is no baby. There is a dead baby. And she doesn't need anything.