
When I was pregnant with Noah, I imagined that David's first meeting with his baby brother would be at our room at the hospital. I would be tired but happy from having just given birth and Noah would be in his bassinet sleeping. David would come with my mom and dad, and he would finally get to meet Noah and at that moment, David is officially Kuya. Warm lights, fuzzy music, crying mother and father. All would be well in the world. Well, things didn't go exactly as I had imagined. Noah was … [Continue reading]