Mom Remembers

I woke up on Wednesday, March 6th genuinely glad to be  *still pregnant*  for the first time in months. I had dreamed of Sven and he had been perfect, brighter and stronger than I could have imagined in my waking hours.  In the dream, I knew it was because he had been allowed to gestate for so long.  I was impressed with this thought: that my baby must be allowed to reach his full potential within the womb to reach his full potential outside of it. I woke up, glowing with the knowledge that, at 10 days "overdue", I was  meant  to be pregnant and that this was perfect for my baby. I went to see the midwives that morning.  They offered to try inducing labor but I declined.  I was delighted with how calm they were about my long pregnancy.  Their trust in me strengthened my trust in me.  I was happy and the future was trustworthy. *** And so of course, my labor began that night. Scott and I were watching ...

PRIMARY LEADER: We are all children of God. CARL:  Not Megaman!  He's a child of Dr. Light!

Sven started smiling at me about 2 weeks ago.  The first time was in the morning, after his feeding.  I had just finished nursing him and he looked right at me and gave a huge goofy grin. Now, at less than 2 weeks, I was inclined to chalk it up to gas.  Although it looked different from the sweet little smile I had seen in his sleep, I figured that it was probably caused by the same unconscious mechanisms.  But then he spent the next 10 minutes cooing and grinning at me.  Although it felt a little optimistically foolish, I decided that it must indeed be an intentional gesture of warmth and affection meant just for me.  I felt a little sheepish telling Scott about it later, pretty sure that he wouldn't believe me. But a few days later, he smiled at Scott, too. I've been trying to get a picture ever since.  He will reliably smile at me when he finishes nursing, especially in the earlier feedings of the day (when he is also well-...