A month ago, I was still feeling constant motion in my belly. Tommy was never still. I'd wake up in the middle of the night and feel him moving as soon as I came awake. During my exams, he'd kick the midwife. He once kicked an ultrasound wand off my stomach. From the moment we first felt him move, he never stopped. Even when I was in labor, minutes before his feet slid out of me, I felt him moving and kicking. It was the most beautiful thing ever.
Or so I thought, until he was born, and his constant movement continued on the outside. I look at him and think, This is how you used to move inside me.
Arms flailing, legs kicking, but finally, in my arms. Yes, this is the most beautiful thing ever.
You Capture: Motion
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