Do you like your name my love?
Daddy and I spent some time yesterday choosing it for you. I had liked Joseph right from the start when I first found out you would be my boy, though we both agreed that you would always be our Joe.
I woke up this morning knowing I would meet you today. I didn’t need the second tablet after all. You were ready to meet me at last and after almost 7 hours (and a lot of drugs my darling. I’m sorry, it did hurt) at 2.45pm we were together again, and to my surprise it felt almost closer than before.
How glorious it was to hold you, to feel your weight and touch your skin. Your beautiful hair, so black and full; your tiny hands so perfect. You’ve got your Daddy’s nose, just like I’d seen from the scans. 2lb 13oz is a strong weight too.
Daddy dressed you, with the help of our lovely midwife Louise. You looked so snug and warm, despite the cool of your skin. I’m sorry we couldn’t bring you something ourselves, but I couldn’t leave the hospital to find you a special outfit. We were very lucky that the kindness of others meant there were some tiny clothes to dress you in that day.
You slept.
I rocked you and sang to you. We held you so close and kissed you. I hope somewhere you felt the warmth of our kisses on your tiny face.
We talked, quietly, as we sat in our special room together. We three, a family. Oh, we have loved you today darling Joe. From the moment we saw you, you became our son, our boy, our darling; and we love you.
Mummy x
PS I know you didn’t get to meet Sofie, but she’s only two, not much bigger than you and we knew she’d be upset that you were sleeping. We selfishly wanted to spend our time quietly with you while we could. Daddy hated saying goodnight to you though, to go home. I was the lucky one; I slept beside you and looked at you all night.
Daddy and I spent some time yesterday choosing it for you. I had liked Joseph right from the start when I first found out you would be my boy, though we both agreed that you would always be our Joe.
I woke up this morning knowing I would meet you today. I didn’t need the second tablet after all. You were ready to meet me at last and after almost 7 hours (and a lot of drugs my darling. I’m sorry, it did hurt) at 2.45pm we were together again, and to my surprise it felt almost closer than before.
How glorious it was to hold you, to feel your weight and touch your skin. Your beautiful hair, so black and full; your tiny hands so perfect. You’ve got your Daddy’s nose, just like I’d seen from the scans. 2lb 13oz is a strong weight too.
Daddy dressed you, with the help of our lovely midwife Louise. You looked so snug and warm, despite the cool of your skin. I’m sorry we couldn’t bring you something ourselves, but I couldn’t leave the hospital to find you a special outfit. We were very lucky that the kindness of others meant there were some tiny clothes to dress you in that day.
You slept.
I rocked you and sang to you. We held you so close and kissed you. I hope somewhere you felt the warmth of our kisses on your tiny face.
We talked, quietly, as we sat in our special room together. We three, a family. Oh, we have loved you today darling Joe. From the moment we saw you, you became our son, our boy, our darling; and we love you.
Mummy x
PS I know you didn’t get to meet Sofie, but she’s only two, not much bigger than you and we knew she’d be upset that you were sleeping. We selfishly wanted to spend our time quietly with you while we could. Daddy hated saying goodnight to you though, to go home. I was the lucky one; I slept beside you and looked at you all night.
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