I never thought the words ‘My sister is pregnant’ would grace my lips until she was in her late twenties but here I am at 21 years old and they have touched my lips. As a collective we were raised to always try our best in life predicament thrown at us and to grasp opportunities and future endeavors, my parents raised us to be what we should become. That has been stapled into my brain for as long as I could write, I want to be the daughter that they were proud to call and I still want to continue this. My sister has always been smarter than me, she can ace tests when I really had to revise for them to get the same result.
Since moving to university the relationship I have with my sister has changed and we were not as close as we were growing up. I can be honest here and say that when I found out, i thought my family were joking I told them down the phone to “Fuck off” and it only really sank in when Pap confirmed the news to me. This ended up with months of feeling disappointed about the life she could have endeavoured as for me going to university has opened so many doors and changed my life, I really wanted her to experience this while she was young. My opinions changed when I came back from university and saw the bump in person, I suddenly felt as though I needed to protect her and make sure she was okay. Her baby shower cemented to me that she is around constant love, support from both parties which I am so happy to witness and be apart of. Seeing her in labour was something I will never forget. One moment that stood out to me was when she was getting morphine, I told her to squeeze my hand to take the pain away but she refused and said “This really hurts and I do not want to hurt you so Henry will hold it” I wanted to cry, she was polite and selfless throughout my time with her in labour, I can not say for the rest of it (Sorry Mum and Henry) but for me she was. Seeing her after birth, I can never get my head around how calm she can be, makes us complete opposites, she was super chill and asked for toast?? Did not act like she had been in 24 hours of labour at all just lying there with a nine pound baby on her boobs completely calm. I asked dad where the placenta was and he mistakenly thought I said Prosecco which has defo cemented the drunk aunt turning up at parties i am going to be. I was scared that her having this baby, her boyfriend having his sisters as aunties would take our relationship away but now I believe her having Theo has made us even closer than before. At the end of the day, we are sisters by blood and always will be. I am immensely proud of how she has gone through this situation and has adapted to motherhood, she is literally so chill I do not understand it. She is everything I want to be and more and even though I feel the roles have changed and she has grown I will always be her big sister and support her in every way I can, even if that means changing a nappy or two.
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