That seems both plausible and impossible to me, seeing as baby Natalie and girl Natalie live simultaneously in my heart.
I still remember the first time I looked into her eyes. It had been a very long, drawn-out, difficult delivery. I was tired and swollen and losing blood and I felt like I’d been hit by a truck. (And I looked like it too.)
But then they placed her on my chest, and this chubby, dark-haired, slimy thing opened her eyes and looked straight into mine. It took my breath away.
“Oh!” I gasped. “It’s a baby!”
With one heartbeat, I fell in love.
And suddenly, I was a mom.
I’m taking some time off this week to wallow in that a bit. See you in a few days.
