Phoebe has been ending up in our bed every night the last little while. She is a very aggressive snuggler with no concept of personal space, so...while she makes sure that she feels comfortable, she is much less concerned about the comfort of anyone else in the bed.
This morning when she woke up, she didn't want to get out of bed right away (she never does). She wanted to stay and snuggle and to "keep scratching your beautiful pyjamas to make them even more beautiful!"
My pyjamas are velour (I think), so they feel very soft and velvety—fun to stroke.
"Do you want to know a secret?" I asked.
"Oh, yes!" Phoebe said in a hushed whisper.
So I told her that these pyjamas were the ones I was wearing when my water broke before I left for the hospital to have her!
"Oh, yeah!" she said, with recognition in her voice. "I thought they looked familiar!"
They probably do look familiar because I have worn them several times since that fateful night my water broke. But she said it as if she recognized these pyjamas from her grand arrival in the world.
Alas, I had to change before going to the hospital because when my waters broke they did so with gusto—not like springing a leak, more like a rushing torrent—and I was completely soaked. But that doesn't even matter because by the time Phoebe first saw me I was rocking a hospital gown, anyway.
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