Peasant Woman Nursing A Baby - Aimé-Jules Dalou (V&A Museum)
How sweet that was. How demanding that was. How tiring that was.
The smell of a baby's breath, the softness of his cheek.
The warmth of his tiny body when he sleeps in your arms.
The hours you can spend just admiring him, his little feet, his lovely nose, his fluffy hair.
The unconditional love.
The spinning head in the morning because you didn't get enough sleep.
The planning you need to make just to take a shower.
Typing with one hand. Eating while nursing. Watching too many boring TV shows.
The pain in the left arm, a place where baby sleeps most of the time.
I had forgotten. And I'm sad, because I'll most likely forget, again.
About how great it feels to take care of a newborn. To let hours go by, doing nothing else but loving this tiny being. To nurse him when others sleep. To kiss him, too much, when no one is looking.
1 comment:
c'est tellement vrai...et c'est des moments si decisifs dans la relation...
je pense souvent a vous.
assalamou aleykoum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh
Marie
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