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Miranda Kerr: A Picture is Truly Worth a Thousand Words

This breathtaking image of BravadoMama Miranda Kerr breastfeeding is, at its essence, the beauty of motherhood personified. She looks so proud. So relaxed. So content. [+more+]

I have to be honest: I didn't know who she was before this photo started circulating the interwebs. (I've intentionally stopped paying attention to who's pregnant in Tinseltown since I left Celebrity Baby Blog.) She's an Australian Victoria Secret Angel (what they call their models) whose husband is Orlando Bloom, you know, the swashbuckling Will Turner from Pirates of the Caribbean and the elf Legolas from Lord of the Rings. Oh yes. So that baby is going to be gorgeous.

Miranda announced the birth of their son, Flynn, on the blog of her skincare company Kora Organics with this photo. She writes:

On the 6th of January I gave birth to our beautiful little son Flynn. He weighed 9 lb 12 oz (a very healthy and big baby boy). I gave birth to him naturally; without any pain medication and it was a long, arduous and difficult labour, but Orlando was with me the whole time supporting and guiding me through it. I could not have done it without him.

First of all... gush. Birth is no piece of cake, especially unmedicated, and a long one. Having had both an medicated and an intentionally unmedicated one, I can testify to that. But imagine your birth partner is the hunky Orlando Bloom. (Apologies to my husband.) Swoon.

But what really has me swooning is that this photo really brings me back to my kids' first days. That tiny head juxtaposed next to my enormous boob, hungrily sucking, with their little paws drawn into their chest because they were still so froggy-like, fresh from the womb. I think we're done having kids but when I see photos like this, I can't bear that I will never nurse a teeny baby again. I'm such a baby person. When Asher was about a week old, he was sleeping on my chest and I remember telling my husband, "I'm SO happy right now." But when I look at him ambling around the house like a drunken zombie, I remind myself, "Do I really want to go through this part again?" So I will be content to gaze upon photos like this, of other mamas bathing in the lovey-dovey high of oxytocin and it's kind of almost the same.

Does this photo make you letdown too?