Yesterday I got to rock this chubby little love-nugget to sleep. It was heavenly, except I must admit that as I rocked him I found myself thinking some pretty selfish and ungrateful thoughts. Here's the thing: sometimes I feel cheated because my last baby split into two. I didn't get to savor my last baby, rocking and cuddling and doting as most last-time mothers do. In fact, I don't even really remember Adam and Drew when they were babies. The time when they were tiny is muddled in my memory into an exhausted glob of doctor's visits and diapers and feedings and keeping the boys on the same schedule no matter what.But let's just keep this between you and me, shall we? Because even though I do feel kind of jipped, I know that I am very, very blessed.
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very, very, as in doubley, yes? btw that's a sweet little pic of that chubster.
That is a darling boy!!
I wonder, though, if you remember more than you think you do. Maybe it's still too soon since the twins were tiny and you are still foggy on it and maybe one day you will start to remember little things. I don't know....maybe you could just have *one* more!?
Nah. I'm sure we're done ... I just wish the twins had been in the middle and then a single at the end! Of course then we would have stopped after the three ... I think everything worked out the way it was supposed to. I'm just glad my sibs are still having such cute babies that I can snuggle instead!
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