Tristan is nine!
At 2:33 AM, Tristan turned nine! I can't believe he's nearly a decade old.
Working nocs, I was watching the clock for when it hit 2:33 and almost burst into tears remembering how I cried, "Oh, my god!" Again and again at seeing his little head and face the first time ever and how I reached out for him, my arms shaking with exhaustion, as they put him on my chest, how I cried, "It's Tristan!" When I saw he was a boy, as we didn't know what we were having (well, we knew it was a baby of some sort, or assumed that was what had been kicking around inside me all those months, "It's Tristan!"
Happy Birthday, Red TSAR!
Working nocs, I was watching the clock for when it hit 2:33 and almost burst into tears remembering how I cried, "Oh, my god!" Again and again at seeing his little head and face the first time ever and how I reached out for him, my arms shaking with exhaustion, as they put him on my chest, how I cried, "It's Tristan!" When I saw he was a boy, as we didn't know what we were having (well, we knew it was a baby of some sort, or assumed that was what had been kicking around inside me all those months, "It's Tristan!"
Happy Birthday, Red TSAR!