Way # 95

Yesterday, I found another blog, called The Art of Making a Baby and Other War Stories. This woman is so fun to read about. The stories of her TTC time, pregnancy and the birth of her little girl are a terrible thing for someone getting baby fever only 5 months postpartum to read. I teared up reading her birth story and seeing the pictures of her and her little family. This is easy, Way #95 is simply this: You know you're a mom when you see, or read, something about a new baby and you automatically go back to the first time you held your own little one. The first time you say the two lines, or got the call that a baby was waiting for their mommy and daddy to adopt them; the first sounds of a heartbeat; the first time you held a crying, cold, bundled baby. The moment you realized "Oh, crap. This is MINE. I don't get a manual, I don't get anything but this insane amount of love and the desire to do right by him/her. In that moment, your world changes. It changed when you realized you were going to be a parent, and again at the milestones, but it wasn't horribly drastic. Actually holding that child is when it hits you. I loved the panicked, anxious, nervous, ridiculously giddy feeling when my baby girls looked into my eyes. Nothing can change that, and not being able to describe it, not being able to tell anyone what it feels like, THAT is how you know you're a mom :)