I have a sister - now what?

It's official now - I have a sister! For months mommy and daddy have been telling me that this would happen. They claimed that supposedly, my sister was living in mommy's belly and this was why her belly was growing so much. I didn't believe them, of course. For one, I've seen many other people with bellies (especially when we were in America), and this has never been a cause for alarm or anxiety, but only for personal satisfaction and for occupying the whole sidewalk when you walk (especially in America). Second, why would a baby live in the belly? It's full of food and liquids which limit your actions. Doesn't it make sense to grow in a more spacious and sunny place, like Florida, for example? I asked daddy and he said that Florida is for old people, not for babies. How would he know?

In any case, the day K (for Kristina) finally arrived. Mommy spent the night in the bathtub reading a newspaper and then suddenly said, the baby's coming. Free press is really a fantastic thing! They called aunt Kim, who is our hebame (this is someone who helps you push a person - in this case, the baby - out; the female version of a bouncer in a dance club, according to daddy). Aunt Kim examined mommy and said that they have to rush to the baby center, so they left me with aunt Eva and uncle Oscar and ran away to push the baby out. I made a scene, but mostly because I didn't feel like having a sister. Someone to share my toys and room with? Not yet. Maybe when I'm 45, divorced and lonely, but now?

Shortly afterwards daddy came, all silly and smiling, and said that Kristina is out already and that I could come and see her. We all went inside, and there was mommy, looking very beautiful and tired, and a small bundle covered with blood was lying on her belly. (Daddy told me later that the Brits wouldn't say "a bundle covered with blood", but rather "a bloody bundle"). I came up to hold her and she smelled nice and looked friendly, so it was alright. We drove home and then uncle Stefan came and they drank with daddy and made a mess of themselves as usual, it was embarrassing, but I played with Kristinka and didn't pay attention. Mommy showed me how to change her diaper and all, it was fun.



But as the day wore out, the baby was just lying there and doing nothing, or crying when doing something. Didn't look like much fun, to tell you the truth, and I told daddy. He said that 6 months from now me and her would be taking a bath together. I was still hesitating. He said that two years from now me and her would be playing together in our room. I was not convinced yet. He said that 16 years from now I would get to meet her girlfriends. That totally did the trick. I hugged Kristinka and told her that I was very glad she was with us.

So, let's see how the next 16 years turn out. So far we've been taking it slowly - she is mostly sleeping, and I'm mostly riding my bicycle.