40 Weeks

**February 17, 2021 – 3:17 AM** I don't think I've ever written anything so messy or disjointed, but I’m too tired not to jot this down right now. The last few days have been a blur, and honestly, I'm still processing everything that's happened. But here I am, sitting in the hospital room with a tiny human asleep on my chest, and I can’t help but put pen to paper—or fingers to screen. --- We made it to 40 weeks, and beyond. I think we all knew deep down that this baby wasn’t going to show up exactly when we expected him to. There’s something about pregnancy that makes you feel both infinite and impossibly finite at the same time. One moment you're convinced you'll never make it past Tuesday, and the next you're wondering how you’ve already forgotten what life was like without him kicking inside you. The past week felt like an eternity. Every morning brought new hope, every evening brought fresh disappointment. By Friday, I think we'd both mentally checked out. Waiting became its own kind of exhausting. I remember thinking, *This is it. This is how we spend the last days of pregnancy.* Aliyah—our four-year-old—was relentless with her questions: "When is the baby coming? Is he out yet?" She'd press her ear against my stomach and declare, “I can hear him! He’s talking!” Sometimes she'd burst into tears because she wanted her little brother out already. Other times, she'd beam proudly, like she was helping somehow. Either way, she kept us grounded. On Monday, the 15th, we decided to take one last maternity photo. I wasn’t excited about it—I mean, who wants to pose for pictures when you’re nine months pregnant and uncomfortable? Plus, I secretly hoped that maybe this would be the universe’s way of nudging things along. As soon as we started setting up, though, I got two contractions. They weren’t bad, just enough to remind me this was real. Afterward, we cleaned up, tucked Aliyah into bed, and settled down for what we thought might be the final quiet night before everything changed. At 8:45 PM, my water broke. I’ll never forget the moment—it felt surreal, like something out of a movie. My husband bolted into action, grabbing bags and loading the car while I stood there staring blankly at the puddle on the floor. Nana and Papa arrived to pick up Aliyah, and off we went. --- The drive to the hospital was quiet except for the occasional hiccup of contractions. I tried to stay calm, focusing on breathing exercises I’d practiced for months. When we got there, everything moved quickly. Nurses checked me in, hooked me up to monitors, and within minutes, I was lying back, trying to focus on staying present. By 10:30 PM, I was fully dilated. My husband stayed by my side the whole time, telling jokes, holding my hand, reminding me how strong I was. I laughed when I should have cried, screamed when I should have smiled. Time lost all meaning. All I could think about was getting to the other side. And then, at 1:51 AM on Tuesday, February 16, Brayden arrived. Six pounds, fifteen ounces. Twenty inches long. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. My husband caught him. Can you imagine that? Him catching our son. It feels like the universe gave us this moment on purpose—together, as a team, creating something beautiful out of chaos. --- Now, here we are. Aliyah is thrilled to pieces, though she keeps asking if she can hold the baby. (“Not yet,” I tell her gently. “He needs time to grow stronger.”) And Brayden… oh, Brayden. He’s already teaching me patience in ways I never imagined. Every little squawk, every stretch of his tiny arms—it’s all so new, so overwhelming, and yet completely natural. I don’t know how many words I’ve typed already, but I don’t care. I need to write this down. For myself. For him. For us. Because today marks the beginning of something extraordinary—a family of four instead of three. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Goodnight, sweet boy. Welcome to the world. --- **P.S.** If anyone asks why there’s no maternity photo this week, tell them life happens. Sometimes it happens in the middle of the night, covered in blankets and tears and love.

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Product Dimensions: Customized
Casting General Tolerance: Grade GB-CT4
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