I didn't plan on posting again tonight, but in my attempt to indulge myself in mommy-blogs, I fell across the story of Maddie, and it broke my heart.
I am not ashamed admit that my heart broke for a total stranger, a woman and family I will most likely never meet. I am not embarassed that I cried as my heart broke while looking at pictures of this beautiful, miracle baby girl. I do not feel guilty for the money I sent to March of Dimes in her name.
If our biggest problem is an overheated home, than I will take it. Ben and I are truly blessed. We have a beautiful healthy baby boy who arrived without complication. My pregnancy was smooth, and gestational diabetes was inconvenient but absolutely nothing to complain about. We got pregnant without even trying, on our first try, and my heart breaks for all the loving people who have infertility struggles and pregnancy complications. My child's biggest issue is his lack of love for a bottle...and that is nothing.
I know my precious Isaac is sound asleep, but I just want to cuddle him. I want to pick him up and tell him how much he has lit up my life already, how he has enfused me with new passion and inspired me to be a better person since the moment he was born. I want to tell him how much I adore him, and how ferociously I love him. Everyday I have, will have, and have had, as a mother is a blessed gift. Every smile and laugh from my adorable baby is a gift that no one else could ever give me. I have never known love as I have known it as a mother. Isaac has given me so much and he has no idea.
I am going to lay next to his bassinet and fall asleep watching the little love of my life slumber peacefully.