I wonder if it ever goes away... this feeling that my heart could break at any moment. Love this big seems to partner with deep vulnerability - a feeling that this could be taken away. As if somehow, in a flash, these precious moments could end. But I guess that's just it isn't it? The word precious suggests fragile and fleeting - it's the whole reason it feels so special. So here I sit, spilled milk (and some poop) on my t-shirt, reflecting on how precious this life is and it knocks me right back into this moment. (Oh hi there deep breaths!) And now, I don't even mind the smell of my shirt.
4 weeks postpartum
38 weeks pregnant vs. 4 weeks postpartum. So many lessons, so much love, and a huge life transformation. I’m deciding and learning how I define myself as a mom, who also works for herself. Where and how do I spend my time? How long can I stare at my baby and how long do I want to stare at a computer screen?
