You’ve been on this earth for 13 whole days. In that time, you’ve been nursing around the clock, so I haven’t had much time to write you this letter. I am not complaining. I could stare at your face forever. Seriously forever.
Things haven’t been perfect. You’re having feeding issues, your dad and I are exhausted, I’m a weepy hormonal mess and blah, blah, blah. Things haven’t been perfect, no–but they’ve certainly been wonderful. The fact that I get to experience these newborn days with you is nothing short of amazing. I get to watch you sleep cradled in my arms, listen to you squawk like a pterodactyl, run my fingers over the teeny-tiny bouffant on the back of your head. You are newly born and you are here.
You are here.
Right here. With me.
After these long years, the treatments, the losses, you’ve finally come home.
I guess all I really want to say is thank you. Thank you for finding your way to us. Thank you for making our dreams come true. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but trust me when I say I will never, ever take you for granted. Not for a single second.
Life can be cruel sometimes. Your Uncle David was laid to rest on Saturday, far too soon. Sometimes I still cry because I ache for my own mom to hold me, one more time. And that’s not even getting into all the tragedies happening all over this world. There are some truly awful things out there.
But life can also be heartbreakingly beautiful.
You are proof of that.