ToBeFree
Every time I look at our baby boy, I am reminded of how much I don't want to do this.
Every time I look at our baby boy, I am reminded of how much I don't want to do this.
Today, our 2 week old daughter's onesie said "Will you marry my daddy?"
I'll never forget the day when I realized I was born 8 months to the day of my parents wedding date.
As the cashier gave a knowing look to my wife as she scanned the prenatal vitamins, I realized this random girl is the first person on earth to know we are having a baby.
There is no square box space on the calender for "3am emergency room visit with daughter."
I once got barfed on by a baby during hour 3 of a 14-hour plane flight to Australia.
I watched her tiny tummy sucking in, her skin pulling tight against her ribs, her hand involuntarily closing on my index finger as she struggled for every breath, and I thought, "One day, is one day too much to ask?"
After the doctor told me, "It's a girl," my never-married mother looked into my bundle of joy's eyes and said, "Maybe you will break the cycle and get married first before having a child."
When I was finally able to relax after pushing for 30 mins, he said "Good news, you didn't poop!"
Three-and-a-half months after giving birth to the baby I never thought I could have, I was in the hospital wondering if I would live to hear her first words.
In my entire life, I never smiled so genuinely as when smiling back at our new baby girl.
As I sat in the waiting room, calling relatives about our brand new daughter, I heard "Code blue, maternity ward, recovery room" announced over the PA system.
I wrote "thank you" notes to everyone who had attended the funeral as if it had been a baby shower.
The day my daughter was born, I walked around all day smelling her on my hands and falling in love with her more every time.
When I looked in the cot and saw you both snuggled up together in a perfect cuddle, I realised that the bloody cat had been tolerating me until you were born.
"Is that your daughter?" she asked skeptically, referring to the baby drinking milk from my breast.
Having a baby feels like trying to push a freight train up a mountain with your hoo-ha.
I always thought I'd be a type-A career woman my whole life, but there he was on my chest, squirming, blinking, crying, clutching my little finger with all his might.
As I stared at the stunningly precious likeness before me, I blithely told him that if I were in his shoes, I'd be telling everyone that my baby looked just like me!
Of course, we weren't really planning on having a baby in a Volkswagen Bug.
My granddaughter took my finger in her day-old fist and I fell in love.