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Tuesday, December 19

Baby boy has a name

I spent several hours with Koa, Steph and Tomo’s new baby boy while Steph took a nap. He has such a sweet, gentle presence. I’m afraid of moving him the wrong way or not supporting his head enough when he wiggles around. He’s just so incredibly fragile.

What’s interesting is that you can just feel love pouring out from him. In my time with him today I got to experience the limbic resonance I’ve been reading about first hand. The poor guy had the hiccups and each time I held my breath, the hiccups slowed or went away for a few seconds. If he's that way with me (a relative stranger), I can only imagine how strong that connection is with his mom.

When I look at him, all I can think of is that he’s utterly dependent on others for his needs to be met. It’s scary and it’s beautiful to see. Maybe in spending time with him, I can learn compassion and acceptance in depending on others myself.

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