I have identified myself as a bereaved mother for the past five years. Now, I can just identify myself as a mother again. The past week has been full of mixed emotions. By far, the overwhelming ones are joy, happiness and gratefulness. Sorrow and grief have crept in a few times. Missing Olivia has been enhanced by the love for her brother.
I wondered all throughout my pregnancy if I'd be able to love another child as much or as intensely as I loved her from birth. They are very different and the feelings aren't the same, but YES, I am able. I am so in love with this little face. I find myself just staring at him with tears streaming down my face. How did I get so lucky? So blessed?
My heart is full to bursting.