Dear Noah,

I look at you and I see beauty. You are calm and beautiful. Sometimes I can not take my eyes of you. That's how beautiful you are to me. In a family full of women you are our little prince around. I adore you. You had a rough start to life and I did not get to see you for almost two days after you were born. I was still on the operating table when the doctors rushed you into intensive care. I will never forget the moment when I woke up and was told that you were not there. My heart broke. I will also never forget how the nurse put me in a wheelchair the next day so I could go and see you for ten minutes. Even surrounded by what felt like a thousand machines my only thought was how beautiful you are to me. I was overwhelmed and cried while you laid in my arms. You were so much bigger than your sister, yet you seemed so weak. I will never forget how you joined me and Nele two days later and how worried I was cause you were weak. I could hardly move myself but I tried my best to be there for you, to hold you and show you that you are loved. With time you recovered well and I am so proud of you. You are a fighter. My little Noah, just like when I was pregnant with you, you are the calmer one. You love to be carried around and to cuddle. I love to sleep next to you, knowing that you feel safe and loved by my side. You make me feel needed and loved. I love you with all my heart. You are amazing.

Noah 3 weeks old.