31 Days of Parenting Littles: Move
As soon as my baby is born, it starts. My precious little one is hours old and they are stirring, moving, searching for milk, sustenance, and comfort. I am sore, tired, and can't quite work how to make the logistics of moving my post-c-section body move, but I try. I can do anything for my baby. I heave my aching body onto a side, push onto an arm, and reach to gather my baby close. I don't want to move. It hurts, but it would hurt more to hear my baby cry. Weeks later, I'm healing, and just as I begin to fall asleep at night, my baby moves. They start to wake, asking for comfort, a feed, a change. I don't want to move. I want to sleep, but I quietly sigh and gather my baby close. I undo my top and begin to feed them, whispering gently words of love, despite the lingering aches and pains and exhaustion.
(Wow, that went fast! It was hard not to edit or over-think as I was writing. Hopefully I'll get better as this challenge continues.)