A Letter To My Unborn Son

Dear Son,

Last night before I jumped into bed, I peeked into the mirror and stared at my 38 weeks belly…but this time it was different. I wasn’t thinking about my stretch marks or my huge bump but instead I had a flash back to the day I found out you existed.

That moment when I stared at the mirror and I looked down at my stomach thinking about the little person that was growing inside me. You were a tiny dot at that stage but already I felt a connection with you.

I fell in love with you from the moment I found out that you existed. It didn’t matter if you were a boy or a girl – I just knew you are a gift from God, chosen for me.

To be honest, the first 12 weeks were quite scary for me. I kept on thinking: “What if I lose you?” I prayed for your well-being and I thanked God for every week we made it through. It was your sister who was my strength during this crucial time, she used to sing a song for you every day and talk about her day at school. Even though she never really understood what was happening inside mommy’s belly, she acknowledged you as her sibling and loved you unconditionally. She rubbed my belly every night before she fell asleep cuddling next to me…

This pregnancy was harder but I smiled through it all. I smiled every time the numbers increased on the scale, I smiled every time I struggled to turn in bed and I smiled every time I saw a stretch mark because I knew that soon my arms and heart will be filled with more love than pain and discomfort.

Even though my body changed, you’re worth it.

There were days you made me tired physically and emotionally but feeling your little flutters made everything okay. It reminded me about the life that was growing inside me and how blessed I am to experience this.

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