I’ve reached that weepy period where Bryan approaches me sweetly but carefully, conducting due diligence on the postpartum depression front. I return his kindness with a rather caustic, “I just had a baby—I’m allowed to cry.” Sometimes, it’s tears of frustration, wherein the admittedly minor aches and pains and lack of sleep catch up with me during a weak moment. Other times, I can’t help but be overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the love I feel for this new little being.
When I was pregnant with Olivia, I recall being very concerned that I wouldn’t have the capacity to love her as much as I loved Ava. The idea of it seemed unfathomable. It was remarkable to find that the addition of a new baby somehow resulted in an exponential increase in that extraordinary emotion. Not only could I love Olivia as much as Ava, but my love for Ava grew in those moments she took on her role as big sister. I loved Bryan more as I watched him snuggle up with both of his daughters.
And, in all three additions now, I’ve found that my love and gratitude for my own mother has grown beyond what I ever thought possible. The capacity just continues to increase, and my heart swells over and over again.
Owen is so fortunate to be part of an extended family that includes some of the most generous and caring people I’ve ever met. We are so grateful for our parents, grandparents, siblings and friends. And, of course, we’re grateful for Owen himself, who helped us prove once again there’s no capacity limit on love.
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