Isn't a mothers love the craziest yet most overwhelming thing? Pre baby, I could never imagine how big my heart could get. But here I am, in love with an almost 4 month old, so in love with his every move. I often don't even have the strength to put him in his pram, so far from me... so he stays in my arms, always, entwined in fabric that thankfully allows us to do this. I can't bear to hear him cry, so he rarely does. I feel physical pain every time I hear people encouraging mothers to let their children cry to sleep... subhanAllah. It's strange. Things that I didn't even bother to think about before consume me now.
I would never, ever have imagined this love was ever possible.