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.
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.