God Bless My Baby
no mother has ever looked back on this time and thought, “I wish I had held my baby less.” You will not remember the dishes that didn’t get done, the vacuuming that you just couldn’t make happen, or the dirty clothes you wore more often than you’d like to admit. You will remember the first smile, the first belly laugh, the first words, the first steps. You will remember the way you looked at your baby, and the way your baby looked at you.
So the next time you find yourself wondering how another day is gone and nothing is done, stop. Hold your baby—feel the way that tiny body strains to contain this giant soul—complete, and full of potential all at the same time. Take a deep, slow breath. Close your eyes and measure your day not as tasks, but as feelings, as sounds, as colors. Exhaustion is part of it. And it’s true, you will get “nothing” done. But the hard parts will fade. The intense, burning love is what remains, and it is yours to keep forever.
This is talking about the first months of your baby’s life. I missed this part and I still miss this part. I had four babies later, but I still miss the months I never held or touched or laughed with or all the things you do with your first baby. I made a very bad decision and I am paying for it even now after successfully raising four others. Don’t think you will ever forget because you won’t. I love this baby every bit as much as the others and I never saw him/her. God is taking care of him for me because I asked Him to and I’ll see him in Heaven if I ever get there. I certainly don’t deserve it. Only God’s grace will make that possible.