For nine months, I knew I was having a baby. We had seen him in the ultrasounds, heard his heart beating. I’d watched my belly grow every month and felt his kicks, getting stronger and stronger until it seemed like he was trying to bust his way out through my belly button. I knew I was having a baby. But nothing prepared me for how I would feel when I saw him for the first time and he completely knocked me over with love.
Leopold Jude (Leo) is over two weeks old now, noticeably bigger than when we first brought him home from the hospital. I know that’s a good thing–he’s eating well and gaining weight like a pro– but somehow it also breaks my heart that he’s growing up so fast! Part of me wants him to stay this tiny forever and ever, where my husband can cradle his entire body in his forearm. The other part of me looks at him and grows in excitement every day over all the amazing moments that are down the road.
I love you, my Leo.
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