Suzanne gouged Eric in the head yesterday. She scratched him and drew blood. My goodness! Luke thought Eric had died. It was pretty traumatic to say the least.
It's been a strange feeling to think. This is my last baby. This will be my last birth. The last time I will hold my own tiny newborn in my arms. I'm surprised by the grieving process through which I have had to go. I'm just ending the process now and feel much more motivated to focus on the three I have without remorse of having any more. It feels good.
Need to feed Eric...as always!
I think the term "grieving process" describes the feelings perfectly. Even now, as Meryn has started to walk and do other toddlerish things it have those pangs of longing for a newborn. LOL How quickly we forget how difficult a new baby is. ;) But it truly is a joy to watch these children grow up and learn things and try things on their own. We have been so blessed.
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