There are some things that seem so distant, so unreachable, that you can never fully picture them.
You can’t visualize what something will be like because it seems so impossible.
But luckily for me, I had one of those magical, unreachable moments happen last night.
Every night when my husband is home, we put our sweet little guy to bed together.
Tonight I put him in jammies, we brushed his teeth and took him into his room. W read to him while I tried to snuggle him in his bed. Just like we do each night, but we swap, one reads while one stays.
But tonight L seemed like he wanted us both, so W laid down next to the bed so neither one of us had to leave him.
L wiggled and scooted around like he always does. But then…our Itty-Bitty started kicking. The strongest kicks I’ve felt with this pregnancy, high by my rib cage. I didn’t move for a moment, enjoying the happy baby.
I finally thought to get my husband’s attention, and he rested his hand there, and behold! A kick! W hadn’t felt kicks like this yet. He’d been deployed almost my entire first pregnancy, coming home just days before the c-section. He’d felt movement then but not kicks like this.
This is never a position I thought I’d be in. Having my husband home is a novelty in itself it seems like. But cuddling with our sweet angel of a boy while he drifts off to sleep, while our second little miracle bounces around happily.
Thank goodness for these two little miracles we never thought we’d have.