My Babies

I'm done having babies. Really I am. Even so, it does make me a little sad that I will never again cuddle a newborn that is mine all mine. The nursing portion of my life is almost over for good. I'm trying so hard to put memories of my babies into the vault so I can remember them in the future.

Like the first time I held Maggie (almost SIX years ago). Right after she was born. She came out, Dr. Z said "It's a girl" and put her on my chest. She didn't cry, but looked up at me while I talked to her. I remember it being dark in the room, but Rocky says it wasn't. I kept waiting for her to cry because newborns are supposed to cry.
And the first time I saw Jessie. We had just barely had time to get used to the idea of a c-section when she decided it was time to come. The room was bright and white. Nurse Nadine chuckled at me a little when I asked if I was going to have to have an oxygen mask and told me she hoped not. I waited impatiently for them to let Rocky in while trying to cough and throw up with a spinal block. It happened so fast, yet it took so long. Dr. Rosorio-Montville lifted her above the curtain while saying "It's a girl!" and I heard her cry, so pissed off to be out in the cold. Rocky got to hold her first and I tried to gentle touch her during the remainder of the surgery. I finally got to hold her on the way back to our room.
I have many more years for firsts with them. Kindergarten is coming up fast. But I know my family is now complete. And we can always add another puppy if the yearning for a baby comes along again.

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