Maybe it’s the mid-cycle hormones, or all the pictures of friends’ new babies, but I find myself craving that newborn smell and the way a teeny baby fits into the crook of my arm. I haven’t forgotten how hard those first few months were, and I adore this age – all the amazing milestones, the personality, the new experiences that happen between 6 and 12 months – but as No2′s first birthday quickly approaches, I find myself increasingly nostalgic for her first few days and weeks.
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I missed that part entirely. I can’t remember a time when I sat with my son all snuggled up and lost in his smell and little squeaks that so many moms talk about. I mourn that….
I missed it with my first. Which still makes me so angry some days. This second time was completely different. I could have held her forever, breathing her in. I felt like we belonged to each other. What a difference the right medication can make.