The night my first child was born, I was elated. I could not believe the intensity of the love I felt for my new baby girl. I was truly smitten. I was also immensely grateful and felt tremendously blessed. I was truly thankful for the amazing little miracle which I had been given.
As the days passed, my love for her grew even stronger. She was my entire world. As mothers often do, I believed that my daughter was the most beautiful child I had ever seen. In my eyes, she was brilliant, simply the smartest child ever.
As much as I loved her, and as full as my life was and as blessed as I felt, I began feeling the inner stirrings of wanting to have another child. I knew that I very much wanted to give my daughter a sibling.
I also wanted them to be close in age, perhaps two or three years apart. So, it was right around that time that my husband and I stopped using any form of birth control, in hopes that I would perhaps conceive.
Getting pregnant with my daughter had been easy and didn't take very long, this time however, I wasn't having much luck.
In the meantime, my daughter was still learning to talk and as the days passed, she was talking more and more. Every day that passed she was learning something new. I eventually taught her the names of the different parts of her body. I would ask her where something was, such as her ears or her eyes, and she would point to them on herself. I would also point to various parts of my body or hers and ask her what it was and she would tell me.
For example, I would point to my elbow and say, "What's this?" And she would reply in her sweet adorable little baby voice, and slightly mispronounce the word by saying, "Elbrow." I would point to my eyes and say, "What are these?" And again, in her adorable little voice she would slightly mispronounce the word with a slight lysp and say, "Eyth".
One night, while sitting on my lap, she lifted up my shirt, pointed to my belly button and said, "Baby".
I told her, "No, that's not a baby, that's mommy's belly button." I then pointed to her belly button and said, "See, you have a belly button too." She pointed to her belly button and said, "Betty button." Then she pointed to my belly button again and said, "Baby." Again I told her that it was not a baby, but was my belly button.
My daughter continued to do that off and on for a few days. My mom, who had seen my daughter do that, said, "I wonder why she keeps saying that?"
I simply told my mom I had no idea why. My mom smiled and then said, "Perhaps she knows something you don't. Maybe there's a baby in your belly." I laughed and told my mom that even if I was pregnant, how could my daughter possibly know?
However, my mom's comment stuck with me, and a few days later I realized that my period was late. I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps maybe I was pregnant. I decided to buy a home pregnancy test. Later that day, I performed the test and was elated when I saw the positive result.
I immediately told my husband and then told my parents. Both of my parents were surprised, yet happy to be having another grandchild. My mom smiled at me and said, "See, what did I tell you?" I had to admit, it was rather odd. How could my daughter have possibly known? Did she know? Why would she say "baby" only when she pointed to my belly?
Either way, all that mattered was that I was pregnant. I was grateful and felt so incredibly blessed to be given another little miracle.
And, almost 8 months later, I gave birth to another beautiful, healthy little girl. And, just like her sister, she was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen. I was elated, and again, amazed at the intense love I felt for this newest little addition to our family.
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