Four weeks ago I had a baby. A sweet little girl with a soft cry. A little girl who has been so good to us.
I have fully recovered from surgery.
Its still a bit unreal. At some rate I feel I don't deserve to be this blessed, blessed with her. Some strange benevolent being let us be parents.
She sleeps close to me, but not in our bed. I'm a heavy sleeper, Rob has seizures.... not a good bed-sharing combo. I watch her sleep. She sleeps on me.
She is easy to console. She is so responsive. She is strong. I love to be with her.
It comes fairly natural.... which is so odd.
I was never supposed to be a mom. He was never supposed to be a dad. Yet we still have a beautiful baby girl.
I have fully recovered from surgery.
Its still a bit unreal. At some rate I feel I don't deserve to be this blessed, blessed with her. Some strange benevolent being let us be parents.
She sleeps close to me, but not in our bed. I'm a heavy sleeper, Rob has seizures.... not a good bed-sharing combo. I watch her sleep. She sleeps on me.
She is easy to console. She is so responsive. She is strong. I love to be with her.
It comes fairly natural.... which is so odd.
I was never supposed to be a mom. He was never supposed to be a dad. Yet we still have a beautiful baby girl.
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