^The day that I found out I was finally a Mommy^
BUT. Since I’ve already written about that once(read it and enjoy it, it’s a great post, if I don’t say so myself), I’m going to choose my second best thing to relive.
Or, more specifically, the before bed, night time, sleepy, post bath, lay down to sleep, not really hungry, soothing, relaxing, nurturing, comforting, snuggling, intimate feeding.
I don’t have any pictures of this. Honestly, I have one picture. ONE picture of Abigail nursing. And you can’t even tell what’s going on in it(I remember being really embarrassed when my Mom took it. I was all, MOM what are you doing?! Why would you take a picture of this! Thank you, Mom for taking that picture. It means the world to me now). I nursed Abigail exclusively for 13 months. I’ve done the math before, it’s somewhere in the neighborhood of 3,000 nursings. And yet, I only have one picture of it. It breaks my heart to think about it, but I’m so happy to think back on those memories even without the pictures to document it.
*Someday, I plan to do an extensive post about Abigail and my nursing relationship. Breastfeeding is one of my greatest passions and one of the best things I’ve ever done in my whole life, but it’s still hard for me to talk about. Someday I’ll get it out!*
Back to today’s prompt.
If I could relive one moment, it would be this.
A freshly bathed little girl with damp hair, that has just been diapered and lotioned and put into her pajama’s, kissed, snuggled, read to and prayed over by her Daddy, being handed over to me in my soft, suede glider.
The lights are dim, almost completely off.
I take her into my arms and bring her to my chest.
She caresses me with her soft baby hands, fat wrist rolls, and snuggles perfectly into the form my of body.
I stare at her.
I breathe her and her babyness in.
I let her stay there as long as I can stand it because I’m never ready to put her into her crib.
She’s always ready before I am.
Then I scoop her up, smell her sweet smell one last time, and place her in her bed.
That’s one moment that I would give almost anything to relive.
The beautiful gift of nursing my sweet daughter.