Mom radar is real and it’s freaking me out. I swear my child has some sixth sense that tells her when I look too comfortable because she wakes up EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
Your name is Emily. You are loved. Fiercely. You complete our family, and it is hard to imagine being without you. But you don’t exist. You never did. And you never will.
Dear last child of mine, You are the last baby I will hold, the last baby whose soft body I will smell, the last one I will feed and comfort at night.
We asked our #RealityMoms what steps they took when preparing for the arrival of a new sibling.
I’m sorry my body failed you. Protecting my children is a most fundamental desire—but we had to keep me healthy so that I could be there to see you grow up.