I held a 7 week old baby boy yesterday. All cute and cuddly, grunty and sleepy. He fit in my arms perfectly and I got scared for a minute. I waited for that feeling. The feeling I have had for the last 10 years-anticipating "the next little Streamer." After every child I have had, I anticipated doing it all over again. Sometimes right after delivery! I know! I looked into that sweet baby face and praised God for his precious little life and gave him back to his Mama. The feeling wasn't there. It didn't show up.
I felt strange NOT having it but now I can move into the "we are so done" phase of my life. My dear husband Pat can breathe a huge sigh of relief.
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You can hold mine as much as you want! : )
Undoubtedly.
I'm with you Carla! It was worse for me though. I felt retarded holding my cousins baby-like he was an alien. I just wanted to give him back and run away. Straight to the Dr. with my husband. Was that overreacting?
I totally know that feeling. The SO DONE feeling. It's kinda nice though, isn't it?
Nice. Sad. Bittersweet. I have to just keep saying it-I'm done.
Yeah, cuz if you kept going you might end up with a blog named "Eight by 50"! Not so catchy.
Sweet post. I know the feeling. Most of the time. :)
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