"Can I sit on your lap?"
I laugh. There isn't much of a lap there anymore. "Maybe sit next to me?" I suggest.
She sits as close as she can get, grabbing my arm and wrapping it around her little body and snuggling herself in.
Since she was a baby she has fought my cuddles, so I sit there for a moment just watching her.
"Mum! Start reading!" She gets impatient with me, and I want to tell her how special she is, how much I love her, and exactly how I'm feeling right now.
The words are there, but they sound too small. So I cuddle her in a little closer and I start reading the story.
Her little hand comes to rest on my stomach, so she can feel if the baby moves.
It does, and she presses a bit harder to feel the little rolls and kicks.
I keep thinking that our days won't be for two much longer. Soon they'll be for three. But in a sense, it's already that way.
Oh Megan. I love this so much. The cuddles with three are the best in the world but there is always something remarkable and special about those moments with our first born. She's a lucky girl your Abbey. Xxxx
ReplyDeleteThese last days with just you two are to be treasured.
ReplyDeleteI remember the delight of my first when she felt the kicks and bumps from her brother, then later the two of them would each lay their head on either side of my tummy to feel the new sister.
I'll tell you a little something...after holding your newborn who seems so tiny at first, the first child seems almost gigantic when you first hold her properly after arriving home from hospital.