It’s celebration time!!
Today, Ado of The Momalog and I kick off Blog Bash, in celebration of our first blogiversary, where we ask you to link up your favorite post ever. It could be something you wrote last week, or two years ago. All it has to be is that it’s a post YOU love. We do ask that you include our Blog Bash button and maybe add a line or two to explain why that is your favorite post – you can write a new post with a link to the old one, or just link directly to the original post. Whichever way you do it, we’ll love it! Ado and I promise to read each and every linked up post (and if you close comments after a certain period, consider opening comments on the post you link up, to get some comment love).
As it’s our blogs’ birthday, there are gifts. For YOU.
We have FIVE generous sponsors who will be giving *five lucky linkers the following prizes:
Storkie, who has been creating stylish invitation and announcement cards for 21 years, is sponsoring a $50 gift card.
yeah write, a fantastic blogger’s community (where I found and met many wonderful writers early on in blogging), is sponsoring a WordPress theme.
Swank, a full service web design studio, is sponsoring a mini blog makeover.
*Winners will be chosen via random.org.
My favorite post is actually a guest post I wrote in December last year, and it’s a subject I’ve not written about here – Monkey’s birth story.
The Scent of a Newborn
The metallic smell of blood, when he was born.
My blood. Severe postpartum blood loss. Plummeting blood pressure. Midwives, calm but urgent. Drips, needles, drugs, quiet conversation, to save my life.
The familiar smell of tea and toast, my first meal in 30 hours.
Ravenous, I ate while my newborn slept peacefully, his father snapping pictures.
The assuring scent of lavender soap, my first shower after he was born.
Blood still streaming down my leg. My husband gently soaping me off. Washing my hair. Hot water pounding down on my tired body. A midwife keeping an eye on our 2-hour old son.
The distinct smell of a hospital, as I was finally wheeled from the delivery room to the maternity ward, 4 hours after our firstborn came wailing into the world.
A comfortable double bed. My things in my still unpacked diaper bag. My eyes are drooping, fatigue is taking over, but I’m desperate to hold my child, I need to nurse him.
The unfamiliar but gorgeous smell of his newborn skin, as he latched on and nursed.
I looked down at my son, my beautiful child. His eyes closed, his mouth making quiet sucking sounds, his cheeks full, his head full of black hair, his little fingers clutching mine, his tiny feet, oh-so-small.
This – this is the scent, the sight, the sounds I’ve been waiting for as a new mother. Finally.
Your turn to share with us your most beloved post. Link up now! Please take time to visit another linker, at least the one before and after you. Don’t link and leave, okay? Thank you!
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