The bond between a mother and her newborn is magical. There’s nothing quite like it. Having a newborn is hard, of course, being sleep deprived and on call 24/7. It is also a special time that’s so fleeting. We have to remind ourselves to savor every precious moment.
Reading Shalagh’s post brought it all back to me. Shalagh captures the joy of breastfeeding her child, breathing in her child’s smells, sounds, and movements beautifully in her poem to her daughter Fiona, who is now and a month a week. I remember marveling at my babies’ hands. I was just kind of awestruck by them.
Thank you for sharing this Shalagh. Enjoy this celebration of her little bundle of joy in Fiona’s Butterfly Hands.