Monday, October 26, 2009

Crush




That's how I felt, crushed I was. I was in love. Heaven fell down on me and I was broken into billions of fragments of my former self. Love fell on me, heavy and strong and I was crushed. When I look at this photo I lose my breath. I can feel her tinyness curled up against me as if trying to get back in my tummy and remember me wishing I could put her back inside me and keep her safe forever.

7 comments:

clueless but hopeful mama said...

SO lovely. *sigh*

Existential Waitress said...

Beautiful. I always felt like I must be the only one that wished she could put her baby back in her tummy where it's safe and warm. I really love this photo.

Amie said...

K, it was the weirdest thing to physically want her back inside me. It broke my heart. And is really heard to explain.

Amie said...

that was supposed to be "hard" to explain.

SPEAKING FROM THE CRIB said...

girl you need to get that blown up to a 10 x 13, black and white it, and get two copies, one for u and one for her - i freaking love it

Existential Waitress said...

You don't have to try and explain it to me. I cried all the way home from the hospital when Bear was born b/c I wanted to "put him back in." I thought I must be some kind of freak. LOL. I love having my babies in my tummy.

Megan said...

I still miss having my baby inside me. While I was pregnant and whining about the weight or my back, my mother warned me that I would never feel so empty as I would once she was out. And it is so true.

That picture is precious!