Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Post Cards from Postpartum: Good Things Come in 3s?

 
My mother said she wanted to have babies forever. 

I feel that way too, in a way, I could smell a baby's head every day for the rest of my life and never and ever get tired of it. It should be bottled and sold, with a label that reads The Scent of Newborns and Angels.

But the minute Erin was born I was encompassed by a feeling--a feeling of surprising certainty--that this baby was our last. And unlike my mother who spent years mourning for more maternity, I've been swooped up in a giant postpartum vacuum of love-dovey, over-flowy feeling that my life is complete.

Three.

It's got a nice ring to it, no?


Pictures of Erin from Wendy of Blue Lily Photography.