This post is part of my 31 Days of 5 Minute Free Writes. See my first post if you haven't heard of 5 minute free writes.
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.