I wrote the following snapshot a couple of months ago. I was 37 weeks pregnant and very large. I was pretty grumpy most of the time but I had a few instances that my husband likes to call “whoosh moments.” They are these tiny little breaths of time that are filled with so much joy and so much love that you feel your heart can’t handle much more so it might burst and whoosh around the room like a balloon. The story below is one of those whoosh moments.
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My two year old daughter leans in close to my bulging belly, wrinkling the corners of her little mouth like she does when she’s thinking intently.
“Baby?” she whispers ever so softly.
“Yes, baby Eli is still in there,” I reply, matching her volume level. I’m laying on my back on the couch in the living room. Baby Eli Augustus is due to arrive in just over a week. I’m pretty sure Amelia understands that a baby is in there but I don’t think she grasps what that really means yet. She doesn’t know yet that Mommy is going to be very tired for a while. She doesn’t know yet that we won’t have much uninterrupted Amelia time any more. She doesn’t know yet that our lives will never look the same again. She’s no longer an only child, she’s a big sister. How will she handle it? Will she be jealous? Will she be compassionate? Will she ask to send the baby back? As these thoughts race through my mind, Amelia places a kiss on my belly. Eli kicks hard at that exact moment, right where her lips are.
“ELI!” She throws her hands in the air and falls down around my belly to give her baby brother a hug. “Luh-uuuu-ve you!” She exclaims as she gives him a big squeeze and one more kiss.
My heart burst with joy. I didn’t know it possible to have this much love flooding my system all at once. I feel like I’ve been given the most precious gift imaginable. I know in my mind that many mothers have had multiple children and I understand that most of them must have felt a similar emotion at some point. But my heart can’t grasp the idea that others could have possibly experienced this. This feeling must be unique to me. It must be unique to this particular moment. It just has to be.
Then she’s up and running. The moment is gone and her focus is now on whether or not she can feed the cat a pretend apple. SPOILER ALERT–she cannot.
I am grieved that this particular breath of time has passed, I’ll never hold it again outside my own memory. I’m also grateful that it’s gone, though. It was precious and rare and that makes it beautiful. Eli gives me a little wiggle. I still have one more week with him inside my belly.