Sometimes I worry that I haven’t talked enough to my unborn baby. It feels so unnatural somehow. I’ll chat here and there with her, mostly in response to a kick or somersault. But I don’t really have conversations with her. I’ve read to her and that felt much more comfortable as I’ve always loved reading to kids.
My dear friend and neighbor, Faye, loved talking to baby and was so at ease doing it. This often leaves me feeling like a bad mommy. Will Faye be more bonded with my little one? Even my husband talks to my belly and our little girl more frequently than I ever could have imagined. Will our baby cry for him when I try to calm her? I’ve started to feel that she will know and love me all the same.
She and I will always have the special bond of sharing the little space she calls home. I think my warm gentle rubs on her tiny feet and hands when she pushes them against my belly will always be special for both of us.
I just can’t bring myself to have a conversation with her about my day. And maybe that’s because it’s our day. We are always together and in a way we share my experiences. Maybe we bond and communicate in a more internal way than I can ever imagine. We are connected after all. Maybe she can sense my thoughts and feelings.
Discussing current events with her won’t make me anymore connected to her. She won’t know I’m her mother because I told her about weapons testing in the
We share our own unique bond. We share our lives every minute of everyday. For now this quiet bond is the perfect parenting style for me.
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