The last baby is special in a way that the first baby is not.
The first baby is full of firsts. This first baby is full of surprise and wonder. The last baby, however, makes your heart ache because you know they are the last you'll hold in this way. My Little Man is the last baby I'll nestle in my arms in the middle of the night, with only his glossy eyes watching me — as if you are the moon and forever.
His cheeks so plump and full that when you kiss them, you think they might just pop. His precious smiles and laughs are the last of your babies' smiles and laughs.
With your first baby you wondered how you would get through the sleepless nights and the around-the-clock feedings. With the last, you wonder how you'll live without them. How will you live without these quiet midnights with a baby softly sucking, a small hand curling around your finger, and a sweet sighing with the kind of contentment that only stars and small deities can know.
The last baby is the last baby. And for that, he kind of breaks my heart.
My baby will be FOUR YEARS OLD tomorrow...