I haven’t thought of a name. I am not excited. Then your papa told me a story that somehow made me realize of my selfishness or indifference perhaps.
Your papa’s cousin’s nearly three-year-old baby died of dehydration. The baby had non-stop vomiting and diarrhea for days.
I did not know what to say. Your papa seemed affected by the news. After all, he is close to his cousin and the baby was his godchild.
Then I told him. God works in mysterious ways. You never know his plans, but if you trust in Him, definitely you will know that it is for the good of all.
And I’ve realized that it was not only to your papa that I want to address that. I was also telling myself that message.
We never expect you to be coming so soon and yet you are here– so real — and we are about to see you in seven months from now.
On most nights, I cannot sleep. You’ve been reminding me too much of your presence. I, on the contrary, acted most of the time as if you are never there.
I am sorry. There is still no acceptance from your mama. We – your papa and I – never expected there will be someone after our little man. But God’s message is clear. He will never stop giving me kids until I become a mom.
But hold on there.
And if I would name you, something like “God’s gift or God’s blessings” is but fitting.
Devoted. Compassionate, Instinctive. Berlin loves to write personal narratives, thrilling discoveries, and mommy tips that make daily living the happiest. She shares the small house with her husband and their five boys.