I didn’t cry when I found out I was pregnant.
I didn’t cry when I heard his little heart beat.
I didn’t cry when I saw him on the monitor at our first scan.
I didn’t even cry when I finally got to meet him after a 21 hour labour and he was placed in my arms.
But this morning at 4 am during an exhausting night feed when I was so desperately trying to stay awake and fighting every part of my that was trying to sleep, this tiny perfect little boy made it all better and smiled at me. His first smile.
And boy did I cry