At 11plus, you would probably be popped out in 3 hours.
12.18 Woke up from headache.
------------------------- considerably peaceful sleep -----------------------------
10am Woke up and read sms from 7plus in the morning.
10plusam Lovely surprise in an email.
To
Ginger, should you ever learn to read (well, duh) and learn your ABCs, I hope you'll get to read this too. Don't worry, it's simple to read, I promise. :)
You're definitely the loveliest littlest thing ever. You looked so small, tiny, next to the love from which you came. Everything was so much bigger than you.
You know what?*
If you are as long as my palms in a line, you must be one of the smallest humans among us. Would it seem as though everything's too big or too high?
From the day that you came to be, you'll always be loved. If you asked me, I would probably say "I do".
Maybe, it is the world that is too big and too high. It is easy to get lost in it, but as long as you have a map, you'll be fine. How could anyone do anyting bad to you?
You seem rather delicate too, with tiny newly crafted fingers. Can't let anyone drop you now, can we? Looks like I can't even hug you or touch your nose because you might cry and it would be as though I used too much force.
You're ruddy all over, a most healthy and rosy glow of red.
You still seem a little wet from coming out. Oops.
If they said a baby looks like a little old person, well they're not that wrong. Don't take offence, you are only a rough sketch of what you can become. Some folds on your skin here and there.
The hairs on your head are black, curly and Indian. Wispy strands among thicker strands, awwww... just like yo' mama.
What an interesting nose you have. I'm resisting an urge to poke it.
We only see most of your upper lip. Who knows what you have to say, when you seem to be keeping a stiff upper lip?
All swaddled in a blanket, when you opened your eyes and yawned, I become more convinced of innocence that prevails in all of us, just locked away deep down. My, only a few hours old and you're doing great things already,
Ah, who knows what you would make out of this world? Who would you choose to become?
When you're 16, I'll be 32. Aww, darn, you make me feel old.
And yo'mama. A woman is definitely most beautiful after she's experienced erm, the miracle. Be sure to tell her that.
In your ultrasound scan, you looked just like a blob of molten ginger. Therefore, until and after they decide your name, you'll be known as Ginger to me.
Happy Birthday to you Ginger.
Literally.
*Hafizah is a bad influence! Meanie!
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