28 May 2010
I woke up today, as I have been, in a puddle of my own milk and baby throw-up, in the two centimeters of space allocated to me in our bed. One of my breasts was hanging out of my nursing bra, somewhat uncomfortably, a tiny baby suckling on it. The other baby, the big one, had her hands wrapped around my neck, possessively, and I had a bit of a hard time breathing.
And then I looked at the two of them sleeping, and the most intense feeling of peace and love and joy rushed over me.
Motherhood. That obscure point between sheer exhaustion and pure bliss.
Thank you, my darlings, for letting me know true happiness.
... picturing motherhood. Beautiful.
... Fé and Sisie need this hat.
... I am making something like this for the princess quarters.
... I like this wallpaper (via design files).
... doors and windows.... sigh.
... we are cooking this on Sunday.