I’ve been going through kind of a weird period. Nothing dramatic, just weird. It’s this: We (my husband and I), have decided that we’re very lucky to have three beautiful, wonderful, and healthy children (and each other), and that we probably (ok, certainly) won’t have any more.
So. Now that Ava is 8 months, and she’s sitting up steadily, it is time for me to part with all of the newborn baby stuff. The teeny tiny outfits: keep some for the grandchildren, give the rest away. The crib sheets embroidered by my grandmother: in storage. The baby mobiles: donate to friends. How odd! It means that I will never be pregnant again, that I will never again feel a warm and slippery newborn baby on my belly (and smell that delicious smell!), and experience that little mouth searching for my nipple for the very first time, or share that very special moment with my husband, where we look at our newborn baby in awe, counting all of the fingers, laughing tenderly about those big feet. I will have to part with this ‘newborn baby’ phase for the rest of my life.
I am a lucky woman and I feel blessed with my three beautiful, wonderful, and healthy children. But it feels a little bit sad. Fingers crossed I will have many grandchildren and may live the day to experience them!
PS picture of Ava (sharing a bath with me)