When I was pregnant with Ezra, I didn't know if I could ever love another baby as much as I loved Cohen. And then he was born. Honestly, it wasn't immediate like some people say, maybe because of our history and the fear of another loss. I felt like I had trouble connecting before he was born.
But now? Man I love this kid. Like, seriously really love him.
The chubby thighs.
The gummy smile.
The big eyes.
The curled up toes.
The way his head finds that spot in my shoulder.
His soft hair.
His general contentedness with life.
The sometimes needy manner (that I'm okay with).