In what I have experienced so far, being a mom to Oliver is very different from how it was being a mom to Baby-Logan. For a start I don’t remember much of Logan’s first years, I was overwhelmed with responsibilities and fears that I will fail as a mother. Sadly many of my memories from those early years are negative, stressful and fearful memories and I often battle to remember the good times from those years.
This evening I spotted a hint of it while I was having giggle and cuddle time with Oli. I often took both Logan’s arms and held it above his head while he would lie down facing me and then I would blow air bubbles in his chest and tummy while my hair would tickle every other open spot of his little neck and shoulders. This was such an instinctive and playful action that for us and as I came up from blowing the air bubbles, I could hear the little Logi laugh and I could see the smile that brought me happiness on every single one of those dark days. I found myself confused for a moment and I had to look twice whether I had Oli or Logie in front of me.
It was an awesome moment! I wish I enjoyed baby Logan as much as I am enjoying baby Oli!