Six months ago, I lay in an operating room around a quarter til 11. Shaking from nerves and excitement, I anticipated the cry of my baby. The doctors were silent as they were busy at work. Too silent. I looked up at Marty many times with a look of fear. He kept reassuring me that all was going well. Sure enough, moments later, a little cry emerged from the silence.
The past 6 months have been busy, yet totally fulfilling. Lots of days full of diapers and bottles. Lots of sleepless nights, and lots of back pain. Lots of baby smiles, giggles, and coos. Lots and lots of loving, hugging, cuddling, and kissing little feet and rosy cheeks.
It’s gone so fast. I can’t believe that in only another short 6 months, we will be celebrating his first birthday.
My precious baby, I love you!
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