Deja vu

Six weeks with baby Declan

Six weeks of baby number three have gone by in a blink. There are so many tender moments in the postpartum season, but this time they are amplified by feelings of Deja vu. My third born, my second son, reminds me of his older brother every day. The hand me down clothes lend a hand in that. But truly there are so many similarities that unlock memories of that special time with my first born.

Photo by Juan Manuel Sanchez on Unsplash

And so, in true postpartum-mom-poet fashion, here is a short and sweet little poem about that feeling, from the Notes app on my phone.