Amazement 24/7

..he's a part of our lives. Here, in our house. His little belongings lay scattered from room to room. A bottle, a bib, a flannette blanket. I hear his cries instantly. My feet scramble beneath me, making haste to his cot where I find him crumple faced & hungry. I can't describe the feeling of lifting his tiny body from the crib & holding him, warm to my chest. The words tumble from my mouth as I hush & comfort him. I find myself kissing any exposed surface of his body. He protests, but I continue to cover him with adoration & love. As the hours pass, the prospect of having such a tiny, vunerable babe in my care lightens. I feel more confident. He watches me, listens to me. I have so much to tell him. Will there ever be enough days to declare my love? Will there ever be an emotion to equal the ones I am feeling now? I am so proud. So infatuated. So mesmerised.
For every heartbreaking step I took through infertilty, it was worth it. He was worth it. He is worthy of every wonderous, amazing, joyful experience life can offer.
My baby. My boy. Thank you, thank you for giving me what I so desperately wanted all those years. A chance to know you. I never imagined how utterly complete you make me feel.

Never, ever give up girls. Not for a second. Not for anything.