Friday, 17 December 2010

My baby.

I love that baby of mine, i do. 
The weight of his sleepy head on my shoulder fills me with a contentment previously unknown, my pain such a tiny price. I look into his eyes and i could just fold up with love. When he smiles at me, that wide-mouthed gummy grin, i could burst i am so full of happy. 

He is mine and i am his.
He sleeps on my chest, my breast nourishes him.
My life is richer for his presence. 

With him in my arms no dark cloud dare approach, the sun always resides, strong and bright.
 I know him completely, his every look, every sound. His tiny hand in mine, so precious and fragile. His dependence a gift so fleeting yet one to be enjoyed. His future so full of choice, so much promise and love to cherish.
I love that baby of mine, i do.

(apologies for the all the goo, normal service to resume soon x)


  1. Aww, this is lovely. There is nothing more wonderful than a mother's (and father's) love.

    CJ xx

  2. Boo hoo! Am now a gibbering mess. You said what I feel only better. Clever you. What a lucky baby.

  3. Thank you. I particularly love my baby when she is asleep. When I am trying to get her to sleep, sometimes not so much. When she is doing all the things she shouldn't, sometimes not so much. When I'm really tired, sometimes not so much. When I say 'not so much' I mean, really, I don't feel particularly loving. But sometimes I look at her and I feel so much love - I feel like you describe, and it is amazing. Thank you for reminding me how much I love my little girl.

  4. Pelvis, Interrupted22 December 2010 at 01:14

    Thankyou all for reading and for taking the time to comment. Your messages mean a lot to me and can really brighten a tough day x

    And sorry for making you cry! x