This is the result of delivering my baby via caesarean section. A scar to remember the moment she exited my body. The beginning of letting go.
She lives outside my body now. Perfectly capable of breathing and drinking and crying. She is her own little person and too soon she will be taking her own steps. One day she will fall in love, marry and have kids of her own.
I can’t help but want to hold on to this moment for a while longer. To snuggle close to her soft baby hair. Take in the faint smell of breast milk on her chin. Place her sleeping form on my belly and wonder how did she ever fit inside.
Hey baby, do you know some body loves you? I do.
So very much.