Tonight I felt inspired to write about Desmond again. Three weeks ago our friends lost their 15-month old boy in an accident. As a new mother, I have been feeling the strong emotions of having a child I love. This family is going through something I can't even imagine. All I want to do is hold Desmond. Whenever I get frustrated with him, I remind myself that I have my baby.

Tonight Desmond was getting fussy, as he was ready to go down for the night. I fed him and normally I put him directly in bed. He would fuss for a minute and then fall asleep. Instead, I help him in my arms and rocked with him. He took my right hand between his two hands and rubbed it. We sat alone in the dark, just the two of us. It was quiet. I feel happy. It's taken me a long time to be happy with a baby. And here I am, a mom with a healthy, happy baby. I couldn't ask for anything else.