Welcome, little one. Your story has only just begun.
Slippery, squalling, perfect. They placed you on my chest, and the whole universe shrank to the space between your breath and mine. Your tiny fingers curled around nothing — and everything. Your eyes, dark and brand-new, searched for mine as if you’d known me forever. tesy birth story
From the first flutter, you made yourself known — a tiny secret, a hidden rhythm only I could feel. They say every birth story is different, but yours, Tesy, unfolded like a quiet miracle. Welcome, little one
The day began unassumingly: morning light slanting through the blinds, your father making tea. Then, a shift — a gentle but certain nudge from you, as if to say, “I’m ready now.” They placed you on my chest, and the
Hours melted into a blur of waves — some soft, some roaring. I breathed through each one, gripping your father’s hand, whispering your name before we’d even spoken it aloud. Nurses came and went like guardian angels. The room glowed with that strange, sacred tension between pain and joy.
Tesy — short for no one but yourself. A name we chose because it sounded like “testify” and “treasure” all at once.