"I have no name
I am but two days old.—
What shall I call thee?
I happy am
Joy is my name,—
Sweet joy befall thee …"
That's a poem from William Blake and it's called "Infant Joy". I have always been swoon over the meaning of it, I once read it when I was fourteen and had it memorized yet I have always wanted to know how it feels like to actually hold an infant in my arms and call it "my child" and let me tell you it's the most exquisite thing in the whole universe.
When I was approached my personal doctor and led to the labor room after spending the whole night at the hospital without even an ounce of sleep, and the next day all day just roaming around and praying for Tessa. I felt relieved and also scared.
"Is she...?" I stuttered half way as words fail to come out of my mouth.
"She's fine. She also told me not to tell you the sex of the child, hence you are going to have to find out for yourself Mr Orlando"