A moment of hesitation

There's been an outbreak of babies in my neighborhood. Just on my block are three newborns, beside two others that're slightly older. I've been visiting to check out the cuties and see how their mom's are doing, and up til now all is well. Only... well, holding these little bundles has opened this feeling in me that I'm not very familiar with. For a few seconds, holding this tiny little girl in my arms, smelling her sweet, clean baby scent, I had this longing of having another one of my own.

I mean, you know I have Belle Fille and I love her and have so much fun with her now that she's a toddler and she's so funny and spontaneous my heart swells up with pride constantly. But she was also born very big, and grew so fast so I had a very short period of time with her as a "newborn". And so, for a few seconds I want to blurt out "can I keep her?", especially to my neighbor that had twins so she should have one to spare right?

Then I remember zombiesh days when the moon and the sun blended into one seemingly eternal and slightly timeless night where you get up to feed the baby every three hours regardless of how sleep deprived you were. And I think I can handle that.

Then I worry a little about taking care of Belle Fille and the newborn simultaneously, and wonder if my eldest might get jealous of her sibling (though if I could judge from past experiences, I don't think she'll be the jealous type). And I think I can figure it out somehow.

I don't really mind a messy home, so that doesn't affect my decision. Hubby would love to have another child soon, and I always wanted my kids to be close in age so they could share the same experiences and grow up together. One by one any inquiry and query become fuzzy and disappear in such a way that I almost consider getting pregnant again. Almost.

And then the rational college student in me kicks in and freaks out. "What about school? Will you take another break? How long will it take for you to catch up with all the subjects? Will you take zoloft to manage all the stress? When the heck are you going to finish college!? "

Nope. I do not want to have another child anytime soon. From personal experience I know that things don't always happen the way you had them planned. And if another baby came we'd manage somehow. I'm not hard headed for nothing. I'm a machetito! But I will do what can be done to plan having another baby somewhere into the future when I've finished school.

Meanwhile, I'll enjoy the neighboring newborns with the plus of not having to wake up periodically in the night to feed then.

Attempt to vindicate myself

My, it's been a while hasn't it? I know I wasn't really missed, but it definetely doesn't speak well of my character. That knowledge however won't really keep me from writing so that's what I'll do. The only bad excuse I can give is that my baby is now born.

That's right, my baby ya nació!

My Belle Fille is incredible! She smiles and says gu-gu and holds my (or anyone else´s) thumb in her hand! My hipothesis about her personality that was based on her behavior whilst in my tummy was right: She is such a sweetie! She hardly ever cries, she´s very good with people (everyone loves her on sight!), very strong and very healthy. She is such a blessing!

Life is now completely different from anything I´d known before. I never really imagined how it would be like to be a mom or even married, but I´m sure that if I had I couldn´t have come up with something as perfect as what I now have. For real.

Obviously my baby is a normal baby (as in she poops in her diapers and wakes me up in the middle of the night to feed her and exercises her lungs reeeally well when she´s sleepy and tired) but she is so amazing. She really is. My world practically revolves around her.

I know I´m gushing a little but frankly, I don´t care. My baby rocks!!!

Thank you God!