Meet Eloise.
She was born on a Tuesday, 5:48pm
April 8th, 2014
There is this thing I read a while back -- that seemed really cheesy at the time-- that said when your second child is born, the love in your heart that you have for your first child grows and spreads the way a candle flame does. It expands and never runs out.
And now I understand--
Because after laboring for a night and day, when Eloise was born,
-and I held her on my chest,
-and her tiny face was there as sudden as the sun, completely fresh but familiar,
-and she stopped crying when she heard my voice--
I fell so over the top in love with her.
I always assumed that I would love her because she would come out and would remind me of baby Violet.
But here is the twist:
I am realizing that, although she does in some ways remind me of how Violet was, I am falling deeply crazy in love with this tiny person who is completely her own.
All Eloise. With her own ways about her already-- the way she likes to be held, the way she desperately doesn't want to be put down and seems to need to be close. Her peachy color, her long fingernails, the unique sound of her cry, the little line at the top of her nose.
We are learning who little sister is.
A little like a wren-- sweet, golden, soft, vocal.
She is Eloise.
She was born on a Tuesday, 5:48pm
April 8th, 2014
There is this thing I read a while back -- that seemed really cheesy at the time-- that said when your second child is born, the love in your heart that you have for your first child grows and spreads the way a candle flame does. It expands and never runs out.And now I understand--
Because after laboring for a night and day, when Eloise was born,
-and I held her on my chest,
-and her tiny face was there as sudden as the sun, completely fresh but familiar,
-and she stopped crying when she heard my voice--
I fell so over the top in love with her.
I always assumed that I would love her because she would come out and would remind me of baby Violet.
But here is the twist:
I am realizing that, although she does in some ways remind me of how Violet was, I am falling deeply crazy in love with this tiny person who is completely her own.
All Eloise. With her own ways about her already-- the way she likes to be held, the way she desperately doesn't want to be put down and seems to need to be close. Her peachy color, her long fingernails, the unique sound of her cry, the little line at the top of her nose.
We are learning who little sister is.
A little like a wren-- sweet, golden, soft, vocal.
She is Eloise.
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