Postpartum Month 2

It was 4:44am, he woke up and I fed him as usual. When putting him back in his bassinet, he started tossing and turning as if to wake up. “Oh no” I thought.. anticipating crying.

Then.. his eyes opened.

He looked at me… and smiled.

A beautiful, innocent, pure smile.

This is the magic of children— the love you are so gently granted with no explanation, by a life that you birthed. A smile while the rest of the world is asleep. A delicate secret shared between the two of us, witnessed only by the stars. A smile that made time stand still in the quiet night. A smile as if to say, “thank you for being here with me.”

I rewrapped his swaddle, and just like that, he fell peacefully asleep. Thank you, my beautiful son, for that smile you will not remember, and that I will never forget.

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