This so totally resonated with me and transported me back to both my Children’s births and the nights in hospital that ensued .. with just me and my baby (obviously 10 years apart) their smell and their curled up chunky little bodies all healthy and new.
Wondering what the years ahead would hold for them as my children, and for me as a mother, me as Jaime, me as a partner and wife and me as their friend too.
While the world slept as a Mum I watched my babies sleep through the night (not that they slept through the whole night)and it was more addictive than anything I had ever felt before. It was like I was afraid to sleep incase my baby had gone when I awoke … gone where is anyones guess, yet that is still how I felt.
The sheer enormity of that sentence that in fairness I have probably only ever thought about for those first 3 weeks till life rudely gets in the way and that pressure you put on yourself to record, to see, to remember is soon gone till another special occasion rolls round.
It’s fair to say that my days of wanting another child are not over, I could not imagine not having that all over again, those feelings, those smells and that curled little bundle completely dependant on you …
I will keep hoping that this is not the end of babies for me, my first 2 children have a 10 year gap and I certainly don’t want to wait that long again!