The feeling was so little I almost didn’t notice…it felt like little bubbles moving around my stomach. I wondered if this was it, was this the first time I would feel my tiny baby make movements. I had been looking forward to this moment since the day I had found out I was pregnant. Everyday I looked at my growing belly, willing it to move.
Mr 4 was an active baby, moving my massive belly from one side to the other as he did somersaults. My belly looked like it was doing a Mexican Wave, it was quite a site for people who managed to witness it. It was hard to believe at times that a tiny bunch of cells was growing into a person, a tiny person but still a person.
I cherished the moments alone, feeling the tiny feet flutter under my skin. It’s hard to explain the feeling to someone who hasn’t experienced it. It it one of the few things I miss about being pregnant. It was something just for me, something that gave me strength when the days got hard. Those tiny toes kept me going through each day, knowing that each day was one more day to meeting the baby that was attached to those toes.
37 weeks, a week before I had Mr 4
I remember gazing at my tiny, perfect baby the day after he was born and saying to Paul ‘We made him’. I was in awe, I couldn’t believe that I had grown this tiny little person, that the little being I had shared close quarters with was here for the world to see.
He’s not so small now, and I find myself staring in disbelief at the big boy that I have living with me. Each day he learns something new, he blows me away with the little person that he is becoming. I sometimes miss the tiny toes but I love the way he makes my heart feel filled to the brim with love.
Linking up with Zanni for Sunshine Sunday.
So beautiful Tegan. It is special to think back to those days when they were a tiny flutter in out bellies something so small to make us feel so lucky. Really beautiful Post x
These little beings really are amazing. They are able to bring out the best and worst in us sometimes. I sometimes struggle to be that parent I want to be but when I see my children happy and somewhat cooperative then I know that I am at least on the right track.
I really miss those days, Tegan. Look at your little man now, such a gorgeous possum x
Lovely Tegan. I know what you mean about missing those flutters…they are incredibly special,something to take edge off pregnancy. And how quickly those little things become big! Thanks for linking up! Xx
This is so lovely, Tegan. Those little flutters are truly special, something just for you as you say. I remember the mexican wave type movements to lol. It really is so bizarre. Your little boy is so cute. Look at him now … not so little anymore 🙂
I do too really miss that sensation of being with the tumbler in the belly, patting the foot you can literally see pushing out!
I am yet to experience that feeling and can only hope I get the chance! Your little man is gorgeous and this is a lovely post! 🙂
Don’t know if you remember but the first words you said to him when the nurses gave him to you were “Hello, mummy has been waiting forever to meet you”. It was a beautiful moment.