I can’t help myself most nights… I know he’s asleep, and I know he’s fine… and yet I quietly tip toe into his room and peek over into his crib to watch the reassuring rise and fall of his chest. Sometimes I brush my hand across his forehead just to remind myself – even after all this time – that he’s really ours.
I’ve made it no secret that despite my excitement to meet P2, as the days draw closer my concern for L.A. grows. I want him to always know how much we love him, and how incredible these last 17 months have been for C and I. How much he’s taught us in his short time here, and how lucky we are to be getting to watch him as he grows. That no matter how many tantrums he throws, or meltdowns he has, I’ll only love him more as the days go on.
As I stand there watching over him, I realize that I’m sharing a moment with parents across the world. Together, we stand there in the darkness – just a moment longer than necessary – and reflect on how amazing the tiny little person sleeping so sweetly truly is. I’m certain that L.A. will surprise me upon P2’s arrival, and I will look back on all of these feelings of anguish and realize that I had no clue just how amazing he was.
by Crista
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