A squishy belly that has grown 3 wonderful children. A messy bun that seems to be my only hair style I have right now. A baby attached to my boob majority of the day. In other words this is what 10 weeks of tired, messy, post postpartum bliss looks like.
In the early mornings we lay in bed together and you nurse. I will hear little foot steps upstairs which means your brother and sister are up and will soon be down wanting breakfast. I unlatch you and slip a paci in your mouth once I know you are in a deep slumber and there you lay taking your morning nap. If I could bottle up any part of your baby hood, it would be these early morning moments.
If there is ever a tomorrow when were not together, there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is even if we are apart, Ill always be with you. -Winnie the Pooh
“A baby nursing at a mother’s breast… is an undeniable affirmation of our rootedness in nature.” David Suzuki
10 tiny, perfect, baby bear claws
We always said we were done having children and then 2 years ago now I got the strong urge that I was not done. I felt like part of my soul was missing and the only way to fill it was with just one more baby. I felt a connection with you that long ago. I remember sitting in the kitchen with tears rolling down my cheeks aching for you. A baby to call Bear. I knew you even before you physically existed. I knew you were suppose to be with me. It took another year before we knew you would be coming and some days I thought that maybe you never would, but that morning I did find out that you finally were here was one of the happiest moments of my life. And now you lay here in my bed this afternoon. All I can think of is just how amazing life is. And how thankful I am that you finally found your way to me.