While pregnant with little man I had several moms who told me that having a child allows you to experience a type of love that can't be described. They were right. The moment I was able to hold my baby without help (you'll have to read the birth story to understand) I was in love. My heart was so full of joy and love that it could burst. I immediately became very protective over him and wanted to no harm to come to him. As he grows so does my love for him.
I will be so exhausted from the day and I can't wait for bed time to have a few moments of rest. But twenty minutes after we have laid him down, I miss him. If he is hurting I hurt. If he is laughing, I am laughing.
When he was going through is bout of vomiting without explanation, I was worried sick.
I have had to sever relationships to protect him from harm.
I love to watch him as he is sleeping. I love reading to him. I love holding him. I love kissing him.
There is no other person that exhausts me, makes me cry, frustrates me, brings to my knees in prayer or brings me more joy than my son.
I now get what the other moms were talking about. It's an unexplainable love.
This week I am entering my third trimester. I have had several thoughts about how I love little man so much how does baby number 2 fit into this picture?
Do I experience the same thing with him? How does that work?I've been struggling with feelings of guilt over this. How can I possibly love two of them as much as I love the one?
Cohen will very much be loved in this family. We can't wait to meet him! It's just hard for me at the moment to wrap my mind around what that will look like. Moms of multiple children I'd love to hear your input!