My baby sister became a mother today. She wasn’t due for another week and a half, but her son had other ideas. After 24 hours of labor, they determined that he was stuck and needed assistance, so off to c-section they went.
Here he is, in his daddy’s hand, being introduced to his mother for the very first time. It’s such a beautiful moment, their hands entwined with this precious new life of theirs. Becoming a mother is the most incredible and wonderful thing, and I am so moved to know that now, my sister has realized the dream. And I am so thankful and relieved that both mother and child are well.
This beautiful boy. It’s a time of unspeakable joy, yet I can’t hide or dismiss the thought that mine would have been due this week or next, had it been meant to be. And hopefully I’m all awash in overdramatic foundationless notions, but all day yesterday I had the feeling or perhaps the fear that this one has left me. I’m not very good at casting my worries aside, and I hope I’m just being ridiculous. I feel as though it’s so selfish of me to harbor these thoughts. It’s such a conflicting set of emotions. I am filled with a joy and elation for my sister, and an anguish and uncertainty for myself and my little sprout that I oh, so much, do not want to lose.
I’m a mess.
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