I remember the night I left him. I just stared at his sweet 2-year-old face and tried to take a mental picture of every innocent detail. I knew he would look different the next time I saw him. He would transition from baby to big brother overnight. Our lives would change the next day forever, and he had no clue. I cried like I was grieving, crazy I know. It was like I was saying goodbye to our stage of life with just the three of us, our normal. My mind should’ve been overcome with thoughts concerning my “high-risk” pregnancy and scheduled induction that was happening within hours, but it wasn’t. In that moment, it was lovingly fixated on my firstborn. The one who taught me how to be a mommy, and introduced me to a selfless love like no other. If I thought he would’ve been able to understand, I would have written him a letter that said something like this…for the rest of the story visit St. Augustine Moms Blog here .
