The Good Part

I am not one of those women who loves being pregnant. You will not catch me floating, glowing, and radiating the glory of my own fecundity -- rather, I spend 9 months whining about nausea, aching joints, heartburn, and general malaise. And, while the nurses at the hospital insisted that I was "born to have babies" and that I am the all time childbirth Champ-een....well, let's just say that pushing the critters out is not the way I'd choose to spend a day.....

But this! This is the good part! I am in pure bliss the moment that baby is placed in my arms -- none of this bathed and wrapped business, either...after all that work, I want that baby the instant she is born.

This morning, I got up early, helped my older two girls get dressed, and sent them down with Daddy for breakfast. Then, I crawled back into bed with Wee One for a good nurse, snuggle, and nap. There can be no experience on this Earth so close to Heaven as crawling under the covers with a sleeping newborn, and drifting off to rest surrounded by soft skin and sweet, peachy baby breath........