When Mike brought Carina to the hospital to meet Aurelia for the first time, I was struck by how different she seemed upon entering my recovery room. She looked taller. Bigger. More mature. She was chattering away in few-word sentences while dancing and skipping about. 24 hours hadn't even passed since I last saw her, but she had changed overnight.
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Seeing her in the light of this day - a day that brought new life to our little family - left me lamenting the fact that she was no longer my little baby. I was already pretty emotional at this point, as I had just given birth
about 12 hours prior and only slept for {maybe} 3 hours. Watching her gaze at her tiny newborn sister and remark, "shhh baby sleeping!" brought tears to my eyes.
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Seeing the baby for the 1st time |
Inspecting her more closely (with my Mother-in-law) |
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My big girl |
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"Kissing" her sister |
I get to watch Carina grow and do it all over again, simultaneously, with Aurelia.
I am so blessed.