Meeting them. Seeing their face and not being able to take your eyes off them.
It’s amazing, amazing.
For me, after years and years of infertility and multiple miscarriages it was overwhelming relief, like a blindfold has been lifted and like I had finally hopped off a treacherous high wire that I could fall off any minute onto solid lush ground.
Then afterwards when it was just me and him, it was just me and him, alone in the world to do our thing.
He was mine, I loved being one of two people who could calm him and absolutely adore him.
One of the only two people that he wanted and needed all the time.
The feel of his little soft fingers, the softness of his little head, the smell of his head after his bath.
Him looking up at me with huge eyes as I breast fed him, calm, warm, snug, happy.
The feel of his little cheek against mine when I hold him upright to cuddle and wind him.
It’s all just bloody delicious isn’t it.