So, as I have made clear in an earlier post, I am not feeling too good. Its just a cold, but this is the first real one I’ve had since becoming a mommy. I have a wonderful, supportive husband, who has taken it upon himself to make sure that our little one is taken care of while I rest as much as I can. So, given these circumstances, I should be at peace, right?

Well, in this time of being semi- quarantined from my baby, I have never wanted to hold her more! I feel my heart melt when I see her, and know that I can’t kiss her all over and snuggle close.  I have been completely caught off guard by these feelings, but, as my husband has reminded me over and over . . . she is my closest companion . . . and I am hers.  This makes sense.  This longing to be with her. I could not begin to imagine the strength of the bond between a mother and her child. But I see glimpses of how much love I am capable of giving to her when I see her feelings hurt, when she bumps her head on the table as she’s "swimming" by, or when I can’t hold her on a whim.

Wow. If one cold has caused this kind of introspection, I’m in for one heck of a ride.