it’s been almost two weeks since my daughter first had her contractions, and it’s been a roller coaster ever since. and no baby yet. but what can we do, other than let nature take its course?
well, what i can do, too, is enjoy the anticipation, and dream. i don’t know how many times during the day i imagine holding the little one in my arms for the first time, feeling its unspeakably soft skin, marvelling at the fragile weight of this new human being. every squeak, coo and grunt will seem like a revelation.
every time this tiny haley (if it’s a girl) or julian (if it’s a boy) opens their eyes will be a chance to look deeply into the waters of a soul that is clean of resentments, ugly memories, nagging doubts.
my, this sounds corny. but it’s true.