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Baby Fever

 I have enough kids. We all know that. Friday though I had some customers come in. Cutest little six month old baby I have seen. She was telling me how she had him at home (and he weighed OVER 11 pounds) I was amazed. I would have LOVED to have had a home birth. I think its so awesome, birth in general. Later on during her meal, baby got cranky so she started to nurse him. I was taken back to my nursing days... Being the only one that could care for the baby... The baby knowing that... Being the best thing in their life. The source of nutrition and love and the only one they really need. I realized I would never have that again... and I got baby fever. Nothing I can do about it (thank goodness) but it is sad to realize your past those days. I miss being pregnant and nursing, those gummy grins shared with only me... Milk dribbles. **SIGH**

 While I post this my children are fighting and I am reminded of what those milky gummy grins turn into. HA!

 So I guess I will just have to be happy with the occasional baby love I get to steal from someone else's baby. One day, hopefully not soon, I will get to have gummy grandbaby grins too. Not quite the same, of course, but what can I do about it? Why do babies have to be so darn cute?!


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