i never thought i'd call the last one "the baby". but it is SO hard not to!! this is the last picture of me and the kids before "the baby"was born. literally. he was born that night. we were on our way to consume indian food and david had to take some pictures! after returning home, david went out with some friends and i stayed up. i realized at about midnight that i probably should call david, my friends and the midwife! everyone arrived, candles were lit and my best memory is sitting on the birthing ball surrounded by my husband, my midwife, two doulas and my two good friends. the place i went was surreal and so spiritual there are no words. i wish every woman who experiences birth could allow themselves to experience it this way. the pain is practically unbearable but the love and strength that can surround you is amazing. all i remember of transition is the chanting of the women there and my feet being rubbed! our kids all joined us when the time was nearing. their faces at the end of the bed as i pushed out their sibling is unforgettable. the best part is that they all covered their ears! (i'm really LOUD) anyway, my "baby" is 3 now and i'm not pregnant again! we just packed up the crib and put him in a big bed. he had his first haircut. i no longer have to rock him to sleep. he doesn't WANT to be rocked!!! somebody needs to rock me. I'M the one in need of comfort. do i want another one? no, not really. if i were to have one, i'd be okay with it. but i'm not planning. i think you get to the point of being done. ready to move on. but it doesn't stop the achy feeling in your heart. and now i know why almost everyone i know calls the last one "the baby".
disclaimer: i'm terrible at putting pictures on here!! someone help me!
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My baby is about to turn 4, still co-sleeps with us - we're trying desperately to get him out of the bed, has no interest whatsoever in potty training, and my heart is aching for another one! I've often wondered when you get to the "done" point. I don't think I ever will ;-) I also have 3 boys and 2 girls - your family is beautiful!
That was a beautiful. I'm 33 and my mom still refers to me as "the baby" and I quite unconsciously do the same to my almost-5-year-old baby. It's really hard not to.
Oh, how I laughed when I read this blog.
You were one of two who gave me the hardest time about 'the baby'. I think Jack was three or four when you guys starting giving me grief and now, how the tables have turned!!
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