You know life is good when the days sort of blend one in to another in a blur of baby bliss–those toes & fingers & cheeks, the middle of the night feedings, that new baby smell. And everything seems to be covered in a glow of newness.
{For those who’ve dealt with post-partum depression & you read this thinking–this lady must be on crack, you have to understand I don’t enjoy pregnancy much at all. In fact, you could say I get a sort of heaviness in spirit, especially towards the end. Depression maybe? But as soon as the baby comes out of me, the birds are a chirpin’, rainbows, puppies, & sunshine everywhere. I feel like a brand new woman.}
As I mentioned in this post, I had my reservations about going natural this time around. Particularly in light of the fact I was to be induced...
