New Love

I kept my eyes closed for a long time.

Partially for the pain,

Mostly in fear,

But the greatest wail in history

Causes them to open.

Across the room

Wrapped in a blanket

There, I finally see you,

Seven pounds and six ounces,

Exactly like me.

It’s in those minutes,

As I stare at you,

That our eyes suddenly connect,

And I think of all the words

You remind me of;

Small.

Delicate.

Rainbows.

Loud,

And maybe gross.

Once you’re clean I’d say;

Soft.

Chunky.

Tired,

Maybe hungry.

I know I’m tired,

Your dad and I,

Exhausted.

I think about your room.

Blues.

Yellows.

Small,

But ready for you.

It’s been ready for years.

We waited and waited,

We’ve been through so much

But hearing you cry,

Well, it makes me cry.

Tears of joy of course.

Because you’re,

Here.

Alive.

Healthy.

Happy,

and maybe grumpy.

Our little one,

You seem,

Sleepy.

Giggly.

Curious,

And maybe gassy.

Just know I love you.

More than I love your daddy,

But don’t tell him.

Let it be our secret.

Let our lives be filled with

The sound of your wails.

A reminder that you’re here.

That you made it,

And that maybe you love us too.