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I Didn’t Know You Were My Last Baby When I Had You

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By Chelsea Drown

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I didn’t know at the time that my last baby would be my last.

Those late nights with little sleep.

The days that felt so long, yet so full all at the same time.

The pain that came with trying to breastfeed and wanting so badly for it to work.

Learning who was truly there for you in moments that felt lonely.

I didn’t know my body would never feel those first flutters again—or experience the emotional joy of meeting your baby face to face after nine months of waiting.

I think that’s why I want so badly to experience it just once more.

To have those moments.

To hold them right where they are.

To remember them and soak them in with everything I have.

Not to do it perfectly—

but simply to experience it once more.

Because I didn’t know my last would be my last…

and that’s what makes it so hard.

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Chelsea Drown

I’m a mom, a wife, a homeschooler, and a childcare provider who loves cozy mornings, good coffee, intentional living, and finding hope in the little things.

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