Keeping it short today, because we have a lot of prep for Thanksgiving observed this weekend, but I wanted to take a moment to talk about how grateful I am that Baboo exists.
There were many times when I thought we’d never get the chance to be parents. If you’ve been reading along, you know we had multiple failed fertility treatments and spent years longing for a baby.
When we found out that I was pregnant, Adam was afraid to believe it at first. He waited until the blood test came back before starting to wrap his head around it.
In the hospital, after she was born, I sat groggy with Dilaudid in my hospital bed, holding a swaddled, red-faced Baboo, and told my parents, “I’ve never been this happy. This is the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.”
I sounded surprised, even to myself. But I didn’t know how much I’d love her, even though I’d carried her for nine months.
But my surprise was nothing compared to Adam’s. For the longest time, he sat huddled by her bassinet and stared.
“Did you know how much you’d love her?” I asked.
He shook his head. “She’s my little darling,” he said, throat clogged with tears.
She’s our little darling and we are so, so grateful. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. I hope you have a lot to be grateful for, as well.