I’m so over the moon and I have to share my happy news. Yesterday, at 5:30pm, my older sister gave birth to my first nephew.

He’s so tiny, sweet, and perfect. He’s all cheeks and blond hair, just like me! He’s not even a day old and I can’t get enough of him.

My mother and I spent 6 long hours pacing the halls of the hospital awaiting his arrival. We talked with other expectant families. We took turns grabbing coffee. And we both sprang from our very uncomfortable waiting room seats when the joyous father appeared from the delivery room.

From the moment I laid eyes on the little guy I was hooked. I also began feeling something else — this overwhelming desire to have one of my own. I have always wanted to wait to have children until my husband and I were married for about 5 years (we just celebrated our 2nd wedding anniversary). Then something about seeing that little man shattered all of my plans.

I’m not naive to the enormity of raising a child. I’ve spent sleepless nights caring for the children of family and friends (and I do mean sleepless — I had this continuous urge to leave my bed to make and sure they were still breathing). I worry daily about my special-needs sister. I cringe at the cost of supporting a child. But that all pales in comparison to the love I felt when I cradled that baby boy in my arms.

I’m hooked, and going down fast!

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