
‘There it is again, this time I definitely noticed it.’
I stared intently into his eyes, desperately trying to remember if it was something I’d seen before.
‘I’m being silly’, I told myself and picked him up again, his warm face resting up against mine.
I took a breath.
It was a relief, this time around. My first baby had been a shock… all of those sleepless nights, the loss of independence, the feelings of massive failure. But this, this was different. Finally things were feeling right.
It was a few weeks later I was looking adoringly into those same eyes when I saw it again. It was no longer a surprise as I was noticing it all the time now. My eyes darted up to the nurse who was busily checking his measurements, hoping she hadn’t seen it. She hadn’t.
“You have one very happy and healthy little boy here.” She had said a moment earlier, as she pulled the measuring tape around his tiny little body.
Then, she got to his eyes.
I watched her carefully. The gentle smile slowly left her face as she leaned into him closer. My heart sank. I was right to be worried.
