Before I ever saw him, I anxiously asked the doctor if he had all his fingers, toes, and...parts. The doctor confirms all is intact and as it should be.
And I wonder, is he cute? But I keep that to myself. I don't even remember hearing him cry, like a lot of people do. What I do remember is someone bringing him towards me. It could have been anyone at that point. I only had eyes for him. As the person lifts him up, I notice he has an extremely pointy head.
I can't help but laugh a little and say out loud something about an alien head. I didn't mind at all. It was the cutest cone head I ever saw!
And he was very tiny to me, but average size for being brand new! I was scared because he was so fragile, yet I was not scared at all. I already knew I could never let any harm come to him, and I've been making sure of it ever since.