(Please don't read me if you are in a rough spot meeting your Take Home Baby. This might smell a little like ingratitude. I promise it isn't intended this way, but I remember my desperate times. Words like these would make me want to punch someone.)
Sleep. My love.
Husband? Sure, he is ok, but I would much rather take a nap with my true love, Sleep. I find in the growing complexities of toddler management and making this baby, Rocco slips down the list more with each passing day. Bless his heart.
I remember this place. You think delivery will bring you all the comforts of sleep. Then the baby shows up and you would give anything for one more night of baby-in-the-tummy cause sleep is ANNIHILATED when a little one shows up.
All my love and support to all the new Mommas out there struggling with the dream come true.
This fantasy is some hard ass work, isn't it?
It doesn't mean you still wouldn't sell your sibling for a child of your own. You and I have bled from our bones for these babies.
Needing a lot of support doesn't diminish our love for the babies, these babies who are here with us or those babies who were taken too soon. It doesn't mean we are not the Super Moms we imagined.