Like when your 5 day late baby has a fever at birth, and is taken away to the NICU, without you or your husband and you can't see her for nearly 12 hours, because you have a fever too, and your baby and others are safer with you somewhere else.
The feeling you get when you realize that the little baby you've been carrying for months is no longer just yours- that now that she has arrived and is an "outside baby" you are sharing her with the world. You are still connected, but it's no longer a physical connection that no one else could possibly understand.
The desire to never put her down, or stop staring at her, or talking to her, because heaven forbid she misses a moment in your arms.
The constant need to know she's breathing. And looking at her isn't enough to confirm it. You have to hear the soft, gentle breaths from her tiny nose, and feel her heartbeat under your hand when you rub her little torso.
The utter calm you feel when your baby is sleeping in your arms, and a little smile crosses her face (even if it is just gas).
The way you fall in love all over again with her Daddy, because watching them together you know there is no better man in the world (except maybe your own Daddy!).
How awesome it is to watch your husband fall in love with his little girl, and how it hurts to watch him leave for work, knowing he would rather spend the day staring at your child with you.
