9 months and 21lbs

I am so completely in love. I can be honest and say it took a long time to fall in love with my little ball of goo. I knew I was supposed to love him, protect him and care for him, but that deep rooted connection wasn't there. It was scary, sad and hard to admit. How could I not love this fragile little person? This little wiggly being needed me. I did everything I was expected to do, but cried at night; afraid he felt it too, nervous he wouldn't flourish because Mummy was broken. 

9 months later he is my everything not because he is supposed to be, but because he is. My world is wrapped up in him and I can happily admit, his world is me. He cries for me, snuggles me and loves me more then anyone else. I'm always his first choice... a feeling I am still getting used to.

We have inside jokes and secret conversations. We laugh for no reason and cuddle every night. 

I can't even express how his unconditional love has changed me... It's new and wonderful and something I never expected.