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And there he comes.

And there he comes.

When I first set my eyes upon him, it was hard to believe that he was at long last, here. Wrapped up snugly in a blue blanket, he seemed to be sleeping soundly; his little nose wrinkled every now and then, as he drew in small breaths of air, over and over again. A myriad of emotions brewed within me, as I looked on curiously from the side of his transparent case adjusted at a slightly tilted level, a blue tag in the shape of a teddy bear holding up a sign “I’m a Boy!” attached to it with an equally blue ribbon.

All the long months of waiting, anticipating, and expecting – now, in front of me. We marveled at his features, attempting to figure out which side of the family he bears a strong resemblance to. Everything about him looked so small and tiny; fragile and innocent.

Truly a wonderful and beautiful addition to our lives. I hope he will not cry too loud and wake up the whole neighbourhood, though. One thing I discovered today, is that almost all babies look the same. It would be hard for me to point him out from a crowd of babies.

So what do aunts do for their nephews? Buy toys? Change diapers? What?

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