One of the hardest parts during our infertility journey was the realization that we might never have a baby that resembled us.
My blue eyes and defined chin or B.'s dark hair and olive skin,
my stubbornness or his precision,
it would never be combined in a little human being we could call our own.
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I know that motherhood has little to do with genetics and DNA,
it's not defined by that,
all there is really needed to become a family is LOVE.
I truly believe that.
And to be honest, my vision of our future family changed over the course of time.
I dreamed of holding a beautiful brown skinned baby,
and I knew I would love him just as much as a baby with my own DNA,
and I knew he would be mine and I would be his.
We would be family, no matter if our genetics matched or not.
But still, there were moments when yet another treatment hadn't worked and the dream of pregnancy and motherhood seemed farther away than ever.
In those moments I would feel a sense of loss and sadness that I would maybe never hold a baby that looked like me or his papa.
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But then our miracle happened, I got pregnant and gave birth to the most precious baby boy in the world.
And, boy, did he look like us.
In the beginning he looked so much like his papa and now he's starting to resemble me more and more.
And his personality, I recognize so much of myself in him,
his curiosity and mischievousness and his happy, (and yes) impatient demeanor.
But also his papa's eye for detail (like being able to play with the wheels of his cars for quite a while) and outgoing personality.
It's all rolled into one perfect little package.
|B. at 8 weeks, and Micha at 10 weeks|
|One year old me, and almost one year old Micha|
It's just one of those things that makes me feel so, so blessed and grateful to be able to experience.
I can't believe my luck!
linking up again with Casey today