Perrie
It's been a month since we've brought our baby boy Kadin home. He's so perfect, just like our other babies, and just like the other babies in this house, I can already see that he's completely stolen her whole face. That girl has some strong ass genes. She literally just makes copies of herself.
She sees it too and she is obsessed with him. Obviously he's my baby boy and I love him so much, but his timing couldn't have been more perfect for her. She was heartbroken the morning he was born, because she'd just lost a friend. But he arrived later that same morning, literally just minutes after I got a bed at the hospital, and I think he healed her.
It has to mean something that he came into the world on the same day Roman left it. At least for her it does.
She cried like a baby when he was born, and I know it was for that reason, and so many more. I'm sure one of the main reasons was because she almost didn't get to see it. I was scared to death of that, but I'm so glad that she was there.
I don't think it would've been nearly that easy without her there with me. It was so smooth. The most pain I felt were the contractions in the car. After that, he came right out. No long drawn out labor. No rips or tears. No stitches. It was like he knew she needed him as soon as possible.
He's exactly what she needed to motivate her to keep going. Especially after we recently attended Roman's funeral.
She was torn up, seeing his wife and kids there crying. It was so hard to watch, knowing there was nothing I could do to fix it. For her or for them.
She was down for days after that, but as she spent more and more time with our babies, she slowly got better, and eventually she was no longer crying herself to sleep every night.
It's like she has this new purpose. A new outlook on life, and I love that for her. It's a long way from the survivor's remorse she was feeling the night we had Kadin.
More good news, she starts tomorrow back at her old job. Her dream job. I'm so glad that it's not dead, and that they were willing to give her another chance. Writing music really makes her happy, and she's really good at it, and I'm pretty sure they knew that, and that's why they took her back.
Nobody is as good as she is at what she does. And that goes for anything she does. She's always the best at it.
Long story short, we've finally gotten back to some sense of normalcy. She's home, she's happy, she spending time with me and our kids, and I'm not so fragile that I can't play with them anymore because the baby is here now.
It feels like old times, before all of the bullshit started happening around us. Well, almost everything is back to normal. There's still one thing that we haven't gotten back to yet that I'm kind of craving right now.
She's currently in the kitchen, washing dishes. She made us all dinner, and then after, we all cuddled up and watched a couple of family movies together. Then she helped me bathe all of them, because Zahra and Jaylen have school tomorrow, and Kadin was just sleepy and whiny.
I went to get them into their pajamas, and she went to clean up the house. I finally got them all in bed and asleep, and now I'm heading back to her.
I stop in the doorway and just smile to myself as I watch her scrub the dishes. Her curly hair is up in a bun because she's about to go workout when she finishes. I can see that she's also changed into a pair of sweatpants and a sports bra, which is her go-to workout outfit.
I can't stop smiling at her, one, because I love her so much, and two, because as simple as this is, just a little bit ago it seemed impossible. She's still a little forgetful sometimes, but not nearly as much. I'd like to think it's the same amount of forgetful she was before her injury. And she still stutters from time to time, but it's too rare for anyone other than us to even notice. She's doing so good, and I'm really proud of her.
