It happened on her one week birthday. The last tether between my youngest and myself.
Her umbilical cord fell off.
Umbilical cord care is one of the scariest things to me- not just because it’s an open little wound type thing, but because it’s my last physical connection. The seconds that turned to minutes, then hours, days, weeks, months. All the moments I felt her move inside me- sustained by my own blood and embodiment. My body connected to her own through this one life force. Her umbilical cord is now gone. That last bit of us has become just her.
The hours we spend nursing each day, my body, again, sustaining her fragile, new life… I cherish each drop of milk. For these days are fleeting, the moments become memories only I will remember. Her life growing before me.