Well, here we go... I had a blog in the past, however it has been awhile. I realize it does me some good so I have decided to start again.
What is a babymoon, you ask? It is akin to a honeymoon after marriage. A period of quiet and bliss to be experienced after the birth of a new baby. After baby number 4 arrived this past summer, I should be saying I am "beyond the babymoon" and shall never experience another. As irony would have it, here I am again for the fourth time, with spirit babies knocking on me door, beckoning me to welcome one of them some day.
I can hardly believe it myself... here I was just a mere year ago, puking my entire being out daily. My then 5 year old saying to his Daddy, "I wish Mommy wasn't pregnant". Daddy had to explain that Mommy had to be sick in order for him to be born too. Pregnancy number 4 was by far the hardest. By week 24 I was visiting the chiropractor 1-2 times a week, week 28 I stopped working due to pubic symphysis separation. I was the largest I had ever been and by 32 weeks I was being asked by strangers if it was "any day now". However, after 18 long hours of labor I birthed my sweet baby girl into her father's waiting hands in our own home... mere feet away from where she was conceived. Nothing can compare to that bliss. The feel of her warm slipperyness... the sweet smell of amniotic fluid... gazing into her alert eyes, unhindered by bright lights, loud noises or drugs in either of our systems. Ahhh.... so amazing!
But, as I sit here after midnight with 3 out of my 4 little ones still awake, struggling for just a few moments of quiet to get a small piece of mind to write... I question my sanity as my 4 year old trudges up the stairs barely holding onto my 5 month old daughter... "Mommy, Ava is crying!" and my heart jumps into my throat in fear of him dropping her. This being only a few hours after the same little 4 year old boy decided to jump in and out of the pack-and-play and managed to fall and hit his eye...by morning it will be swollen and black. I hardly have time for a moment of sanity and here I am, thinking of one day having a fifth?? But then the sweetest of all happens minutes later... that same 4 year old walks over to me, hugging onto my arm, "Mommy I love you the biggest!".
Oh, ya... it's completely worth it.
It makes perfect sense those spirit babies would be clamoring at your door - you are an amazing woman and mother and they desperately want to be in your life. :)
ReplyDeleteI hear ya on the difficulty of it all though. What do they say - "nothing worth having is ever come by easily" or something like that? Definitely the case with children. We must all be a little crazy sometimes to ever want more, but the sweet love and joy they bring to our lives is so worth it. Just like you say.
Lovely post. I'm a big believer in spirit babies, as I recognized my own baby as the spirit baby that had been following me around as soon as it was finally conceived. I have no doubt that it is the same baby.
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