Well here is my sweet Pearl at a week old. She is tiny to me, and to be completely honest she doesn't look like she weighs 11 1/2 lbs. She has leaner legs and torso than any of my other children; however, I think she carries most of it in her cheeks. What do you think?
Pearl is beginning to try and focus on my face...she turns to hear the familiar. She is nursing wonderfully..and I had a moment yesterday. I was nursing her and I looked down at her little tiny head and just melted completely. It is that moment that I have cherished every time. The moment that I know this is what I was made to be. The moment that I knew this is God's huge plan. The moment that I felt more connection and love than I had previously.
But as I mentioned earlier...I feel a little empty as well. It was 5 days after I gave birth and my "hero" had to leave my side. Thank God my mother was able to step in and spend this week with me. She has been completely amazing and I cannot say enough to thank her.
What a whirlwind week it has been, but I have enough love to fill a multitude of cups....for my cup runneth over!