|T as a baby-January 2008|
I love everything about babies. I loved being pregnant, and I love how newborns fit into the crook of your arm and will peacefully stay there all day. I love how babies smell, even when they poop (yeah, I know that's kind of gross, but it's true). I love watching them drift off to sleep as I feed them a bottle.
I also know I'm looking back on my kids being babies with rose-colored glasses. I suffered from postpartum depression with T and Princess. Thankfully, I was okay after I had Goober. If you've never had PPD, let me just tell you that it is awful. I felt like a terrible mother. I had horrifying thoughts constantly running through my head. For weeks, I didn't have a bond with my children-they were like aliens I was forced to take care of. I was mean to the boyfriend when he tried to point out that I wasn't acting right. Even though deep down I needed help, I did not want to accept that anything was wrong with me because I wanted to be the perfect mother. Now I realize that no one is perfect, and once I finally sought help and bonded with my babies, everything was incredible.
|Princess as a baby-January 2009|
|Goober and me-September 2010|
That won't stop me from dreaming about another baby, though. But until that time comes, I will squeeze every last drop of baby enjoyment from Goober before he really grows up into a toddler.