Yesterday, my 2-year-10-month-old daughter was sleeping on me. She weighs more than 30 pounds and it became a little difficult for me to breathe a few minutes after she began to sleep on me with her face down. But I let her sleep on me because I was loving it. I was patting her back with my right hand and running the fingers of my left hand through her hair. She smelled so good. She always smells great, or maybe I just love her smell 'cause she is my baby!
Yesterday, she reminded me of the day we brought her home from the hospital. That afternoon, too, she slept on my chest. At birth, she weighed 5 lbs 13 oz, which means she was featherlight! Both of us slept peacefully that gloomy afternoon of September. And, although I could feel her presence on me, I could not really feel her weight on my chest and abdomen. So yesterday when she slept on me, I kept thinking of how fast time flies and how quickly babies grow up.
Yesterday, she reminded me of the day we brought her home from the hospital. That afternoon, too, she slept on my chest. At birth, she weighed 5 lbs 13 oz, which means she was featherlight! Both of us slept peacefully that gloomy afternoon of September. And, although I could feel her presence on me, I could not really feel her weight on my chest and abdomen. So yesterday when she slept on me, I kept thinking of how fast time flies and how quickly babies grow up.
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