Letter

Dear Baby,

I'm in the hospital as I write this. In a pretty room with blue walls and a view of the snow-covered city outside the windows.

Yesterday the doctors removed the cyst from my abdomen and all is well. You are fine and still kicking away inside me. I've heard your heartbeat on four occasions since the surgery and saw you waving your little arms on an ultrasound machine this morning.

Thank you so much for making it through this with me. It's all I ever wanted. No matter how scary things got yesterday, all I cared about was you being okay. And you are. Still safe inside me.

And now we have four more months of pregnancy to enjoy together. You'll grow bigger and stronger and so will I...well, bigger at least. I can't wait to paint your nursery walls and pick out your crib. I can't wait to fold all your tiny, little baby clothes into a dresser to await your arrival.

And baby, I've never cared about these things -- about cribs or little booties -- but now that they're going to belong to you and you're going to belong to me, I care very much.

And I can't wait for you to meet your Daddy. He is so excited about you already and I know that he is just going to be the best father to you. He's incredibly sweet and sincere and very silly sometimes, which you'll like. He'll tell you funny stories and he'll make up little songs and he'll make you laugh and laugh and I can't wait to be part of it all too.

Thank you again for being strong for us yesterday.

Love,
Mom