Almost Free at Last…

Sorry I’ve been away for a bit. My daughter got sick this morning and hasn’t really bounced back yet. Sometimes children have a fever in the morning and by evening, they’re doing better. Not so this time. She was sobbing throughout her bath and after I got her into pajamas, she fell asleep in my arms in the rocking chair. I think there’s something wonderful about a rocking chair. I can’t imagine being a mom without one.

It reminds me of those dark, sleepy nights when I first brought her home from the hospital. I’d cuddle her close and she would fall asleep, her warm snuggly body against mine. There’s something beautiful about the way a newborn baby rolls up like a little bug, their heartbeat against yours, their soft heads nuzzled beneath your chin.

One of my friends gave birth to a son yesterday, her first child. I remember the amazement of those first few days. Nobody can ever explain how much a child completely takes your world apart. I know I write a lot about my children, because they’re part of who I am now. I love being a mom.

Am I crazy to want a third child?