I grabbed the lotion from the side table and rubbed it into my hands to warm it before massaging it into his skin. That’s when I noticed his toes wiggle again and paused. “I’m not tripping… his feet are moving.” I whispered to myself as my eyes slowly looked up, and he was staring right at me. “His eyes are open, Mom!” Elijah screamed before I could form a sentence and say anything.
oh thank you jesus now blair can stop stressing herself and the baby out!
