You’re only on your fourth day of life, Dexter, and already you are your own little person. I’m staring from across the room as your Daddy tries to burp you and wonders exactly how hard to tap your tiny little back. It hasn’t been easy these last couple of days. No one told me how a walk across the hospital room could be excruciating and much energy it would take to tear myself out of a hospital bed when you cried. The C-section was never my plan, but I can’t regret it. It got me you. The tiny baby with the reddish tints in his surprisingly dark blonde hair. The wrinkly face with the big eyes that go all round when you get hungry. The way you immediately quiet when I touch your face and say your name. The funny left foot that kicks straight up in the air like a flagpole.
You, Dexter Lenox Dean, were worth it. Welcome to the world.
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