I knew you were there, I knew my body was creating a tiny life.
I had seen you on a screen in the hospital. You were real. You had to be, all the tests said you were there, growing each day – yet somehow you didn’t seem a reality.
You were inside of me, like a secret dream no one else could be part of.
Your baby bump at 16 weeks…
I went to bed one night, 16 weeks after your journey began, there was a flutter, subtle and silent.
With the softness of a butterflies wing or a feathers plume stroking my skin you made yourself known.
I inhaled and told Daddy ‘I think I felt something’
I waited in the darkness, concentrating. Would I feel you again?
Excitement and awe crept in, and once more with the light tread of a fairies footsteps you gently let me know without a doubt, you were there. undeniable and true.
Daddy feeling you move for the first time, a couple of weeks later
My eyes closed with a smile on my face as sleep began to take over me.
Feeling you move is a moment I will never forget.