At 16 months post delivery, I'm pretty sure I'm practicing Lamaze every day. There are deep breaths in the morning to calm the nerves of letting that wild and and crazy boy run free and run into enything that is over 3 feet tall. There are deeper breaths with every near miss of an accident. And there are the deepest breaths you take to get through each ouchie that you want so badly to make better. At the end of the day there are the long inhales and exhales. The ones that you use to successfully (or not so successfully!) congratulate yourself with for making it through another day. However, just like delivery there are the deep breaths that catch in your throat. The ones that so softly yet boldly scream, "I love this little being more than I have ever loved any one". The breaths that make your chest feel as though it is exploding with love, pride, and adoration. I guess those are the deep breaths that really count and all of the others are just practice (or cheap therapy). That being said, I'm grateful for learning the value of the deep breath pre-delivery even if it is more useful now than ever. Come on though, wouldn't it be easier if we could just get an epidural through toddler hood?
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