It was so loud, the first nine months. Back then, I could feel it. Every thump, every beat and every flutter of your heart. The sound of your voice still resonates through me my mind. Your touch, softer than any fabric known to mankind. Your nervous eyes, staring helpless down into mine. The comfort of hear heartbeat, next to mine, eases my discomfort; hear heart, is my most precious time piece. Every beat marked the passing of another moment, that brought me closer to life. As a result of the most unbearable pain, that unselfish sacrifice, resulted in my birth. I guess that's why they say love is pain. Now, instead of carrying me, you hold me in your arms; cuddled, loved, protected... your deep, dark, eyes, till this day, are my favorite shade of brown. The sound of your tender voice, is my favorite sound. I wish I would have never grown; cause before, when I cried, and you picked my up, it felt like you would never let me down; until everything was okay, or my bottle was ready. I guess things have changed now, I'm a little bit heavy -  but, that doesn't mean I'm no longer your baby.