Du's First night Home

My first night

After my mom picked me at the Baltimore Washington Airport, and took me to our house, where I got to meet my big sisters, Inkozosana and Cheyenne, I got on the couch and was told it was okay.  This was my couch.  Imagine a whole couch too myself.  My mum held me the whole night as I was alone and I wanted to cry.  I did cry, but she rubbed my back and held me really close.  She held me on her chest the whole night so I could hear her heart beat and know that I wasn’t alone.  She whispered to me and still does every night, that she loves me.   She rubs my feet and ears and tickles my tummy and I fall asleep.  Bedtime is special because we cuddle a lot.  I like it when my mom whispers in my ears, “Nduna Malaika, my little baby boy, Mommy loves you”.

(Duna was just a tad over 7 weeks.)

Mom tells me that I am better then sliced bread.  I am homemade bread with real butter and gooseberry jam.  Yum!