My arms ache to hold my little one tonight.
I just woke from the best and worst dream of my life. In the dream, I was filled with pure elation to find out that my baby had been born. In the next minute, I could hear my baby crying and knew that he/she was lying on the living room floor and cold. I jumped to grab a blanket and soothe my baby. Somehow, I couldn't reach my living room or my child and that's when I woke up with a loud sob. Fifteen minutes later, I am still clutching at this poignant ache in my heart that will not release me. Such a curious thing, motherhood is. It has gone and changed every aspect of my life and I am so intoxicated by it.
I'm sure this wretched dream was brought on by a lovely amalgamation of hormones and my constant fear that I'm going to fail as a mother. I am, however, finding some comfort in this song and baby hiccuping in the cutest way right now.