my darling oldest dd was placed in my arms. She was not quite 4 months old and woke as I cuddled her. She smiled a huuuuuge smile and didn't stop for hours. Her jet black hair was without the benefit of humidity after the long plane ride, so it's 3" stuck up from static-electricity. It made me think of a halo. :) I never saw a more darling girlie. She nursed well right from the start (in the parking lot) and giggled when we brought her into our family bed that evening. She is a joy and I cannot imgaine my life without her.

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:heart: What a lovely memory.

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That's just darling. How wonderful.

What a sweet memory...

Thank you, all. I am watching her draw and I know I didn't give her this talent. She can sing, too, and beautifully. It's a amzing the gifts life sometimes sends. I think of her birth mother nearly every day, and wish I could let her know how wonderfully she is growing. I just hope I am mothering our dd in a way that could somehow lessen the pain of her loss.

i hope i have a similar story to tell one day. how unselfish and compassionate of you to think about the birth mother the way you do.

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so wonderful.

Thank you, all. I am watching her draw and I know I didn't give her this talent. She can sing, too, and beautifully. It's a amzing the gifts life sometimes sends. I think of her birth mother nearly every day, and wish I could let her know how wonderfully she is growing. I just hope I am mothering our dd in a way that could somehow lessen the pain of her loss.

I just hope I am mothering our dd in a way that could somehow lessen the pain of her loss


You are, mama, you are. You are doing such a wonderful job. :)