I’m scared I’ll never write another poem.
I’m thrilled to be this baby’s mother, to birth the baby hold the baby name the baby feed the baby. Sleep with new life bathe new life breathe new life. Examine poo, record feedings, look for enough pee. First smile first words first steps. I’m hoping the toddler is potty trained before. The baby. Diapers.
We’ll see.There’s no turning back, and I couldn’t be more excited (?)