7 Ways Motherhood Is Different with Your Last Baby
Tonight my son Macks woke up shortly after I put him down to bed. I walked into his room as he sat up and looked at me through the side of his crib with tears in his eyes and I quietly picked him up. We walked over to the rocking chair in his room and I held him in my arms as he calmed down, closed his eyes, and slowly fell back to sleep. I sat there and watched him as he slept — the way that his eyelashes looked so long and curled, especially with his eyes closed. The way that his tiny little fingers reached for mine because he loves to grasp it as he sleeps. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of his face, closely studying it so that I could remember it forever.My mindset has changed with this last baby. It’s a bit bittersweet. As I watch him grow, all of the firsts that he experiences in his life are lasts in mine. The first time he says “mama,” the first tooth, the first steps, will all be the last time that I’ll watch as a mother. But along with all of these moments, there is so much more that I’m aware of now that I know he’s our last. And it’s changed the way that I am as a mother. Here’s how:
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