To my little miracle,
Today, you’re only the size of a little lady bug (6 weeks pregnant), yet I already love you more than words could ever express. I never knew just how much my heart could expand to love you and your brother the way that I do, and yet, you’re still just the size of a little lady bug.
For a brief moment, I had given up on ever feeling the flutters of you as you grow, in my squishy tummy. Your dad has never been one for doing anything half-assed, so two months ago when he got an infection in his… let’s call it boy parts – the ones needed to make a little you – we thought that a few antibiotics and he’d be sorted. But now, 9 weeks and 7 antibiotics later and he is still curled up in bed, in agony. At this point, the doctors are thinking it is chronic and your mommy is willing to practically climb the highest mountain if it means there’s a cure at the top. Ironically, all of this came to be, shortly after daddy and I decided that our life together had a single missing piece, which was you!
Last time around, your big brother took much longer, he was stubborn and 8 months of trying, he finally announced his existence with a bought of horrible morning sickness. Funnily enough, your dad was also injured back then, he had broken two of his vertebrae the afternoon that we had found out we were expecting Ax-man.
But you – you were polite, you gave me little hints and the more I kept saying that there was no way that we could be so lucky, you kept saying, “hey mom, I am here!” until even your dad couldn’t deny that I was acting all sorts of weird. So, I peed on the stick, (which by now you’d think they’d make more glamorous) and before I knew I could even clip the lid back on, there they were – two perfect lines confirming that I wasn’t going completely mad and in fact, I did have a perfect little bean growing in my belly.
I don’t know what’s next for dad’s condition but right now, I can’t deny that you are our little miracle – a perfect little lady bug sized miracle.
So, despite the queasiness, toothache, headaches, and bad skin – thank you for stretching my heart so wide, and showing me this sort of love. I love you very much kid, you’re going to be great and do big things, I just know it.