That One Moment After

If you're seeing this post, I'm either at the hospital with Kim or recovering from the birth process of our son Aidan Robert Haggerty.

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Every parent has a birth story. And for most parents, it's their favorite story to tell. There's so much anticipation and drama built it, there's a pretty clear cut climax, and everyone is the good guy. Except for that one nurse, but we don't talk about her. 

Every story is unique, just like every pregnancy is.

The forty or so weeks it takes to grow a tiny human being is a brand new set of miracles every time; the culmination of those forty or so weeks is a brand new story.

But that one moment after?

That one moment inside the first breath your baby takes and the first ones you take as his parent?

That moment is universal.

It's indescribable.

It is overwhelming, and filled with equals parts awe and terror and celebration and wonder and curiosity and ridiculous, explosive love...and most of all, magic.

And it is the same for every parent who has spent forty or so weeks fantasizing about minuscule fingers wrapped around pinkies and chubby legs poking out of freshly laundered onesies; wondering about the precise slope of the nose or the exact shade of irises; growing familiar with the unmistakable aroma of lavender detergent and baby powder.

That moment after you spent forty or so weeks in a season all your own, with your own reactions and emotions and experiences so different from even your spouse's...that moment when you are ushered into a new identity, a new and heavy role...well, it can only be described as divine.

Welcome to divine, Haggerty Trio.