It was the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. The rhythm was reassurance to us at 7 weeks that he was real. 9 months pass, and its monitoring is the most critical aspect of each and every doctors appointment. At 42 weeks, I slept to that same, sweet rhythm as we waited patiently in the hospital for him to arrive. I thanked God for every single one, because it meant that we were about to receive one of life's biggest blessings.
His heartbeat.
Seconds after he was born, he was on my chest, looking up at me, his heart next to mine. For the first time in 9 months, we met his precious face. This time, instead of listening for his heartbeat, I could now feel the tiny flutters of his quick breaths. A feeling that left me completely...breathless.
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