Helpless.
Hold on, mama. Hold on, little Butterfly.
So many weeks to go yet and still so little can be done but watch over you tenderly from afar. Such a big decision for a tiny, tiny being. Surely you don't want to come now. Don't rush your life.
Why are some spiritually contractual journeys so damned hard?
And so we wait and we pray and we hope with all our might that your road is not as rocky as your brave big brother's before you.
Hold on little one, pleeeease.
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