Sweet little Emma is suddenly 2 weeks old. The hormones hit me full force today and I have spent a good majority of the day crying. I think the Pediatrician thinks that I am crazy. Maybe. It couldn't possibly be that I cried through Emma's entire 2 week check up. Why? This morning as I bathed her I noticed that her little belly button is close to falling off and it hit me like a ton of bricks. This could quite possibly be the last time I go through the motions of having a newborn...and it is eating me alive. Five c-sections is risky business and my body has about had it. This pregnancy and delivery were tough. I am blessed with 5 healthy kids to call mine and for that I am grateful. Emma is a great baby. She nurses like a champ and today she weighed in at 8 pounds 4 ounces which means she has gained an entire pound in the last two weeks. She is calm and content as long as she is changed an fed. She is adored by the entire family but especially by me. I snuggle her as often as I can and kiss her sweet little lips. I am not annoyed by her cries or the lack of sleep. These are moments I took for granted with my other babies knowing that there would be another newborn to snuggle down the line. Every child is a miracle. They each come with their own little personalities and special gifts. I think Emma has made me realize how much I love being a mother.
