Sweet Sounds

Tonight I was in a room surrounded by pregnant women and new moms with tiny babies.

I saw the moms that sat in the back row, the ones that sat near the end of the row. The ones that spied out the doors before they even sat down, so they could make a quiet escape when their babies started crying.  I saw them holding their babies and cuddling them up close. Saw them covering to nurse and herd the babies' whimpers turn to satisfied silence. 

I saw the mom standing up pacing back and forth, trying to quiet her little one, while I reveled in the sounds, while I smiled inwardly at those innocent voices.

One sweet mom asked a question and another and seemed nearly at the edge and I felt her frustration. I felt bad for her that she was struggling and wished I could hug her and tell her that she will come through. It will be a struggle, it will feel like eternity, but she will come through.

I miss those moments, those long minutes when you feel like every eye is on you because your baby won't be quieted. I miss those moments where I cuddled him close to me and he rested peacefully in my arms. When a baby is at peace, its hard for the rest of the world not to feel at peace with him. And I miss those moments. I wouldn't go back, I don't want to do it over again, but it sure was sweet while it lasted.