At first, the birth father wasn't sure if he wanted to see pictures of the baby or not.
To be honest, it seemed like he was more concerned on how I was doing.
He didn't really take an interest in Niklas.
After I got home, he kept in touch with me, and I had asked him if he wanted to see pictures of Niklas.
I said that if he wanted too, I would be more than happy to go over and show him.
If he didn't want too, he could just let me know and I wouldn't have hurt feelings.
His answer was "Maybe".
I'm not one to push anything on anybody. I wanted it to be on his time.
Two nights ago, he called me up, and we chatted for a bit.
He then asked me if Niklas was a cute baby.
I told him that he most definitly was a cute baby.
Dark hair, nice complexion. Good weight.
I then reminded him that I could bring over pictures so he could see Niklas, but if he didn't want to see them, that was fine also.
He paused a little bit, and I waited, and he said that he did want to see them.
He then nervously laughed and said that he wondered what he looked like.
I laughed and said I would be curious also.
I know that he told the adoption counselor that if Niklas wanted to find and meet him someday, he could.
I don't know if I mentioned this before, but the birth father is adopted as well.
Recently, he has been going through a tough time on wondering if he should find his birth mom or not.
He had talked to me privately about it, and then sat his best friend and I down to ask us what we thought.
We both told him that it was up to him on whether he wanted to find her or not.
Seeing him mill the questions around in his head makes me think about Niklas at 16 or 18 years old, having a lot of questions and thoughts.
I wanted to write Niklas a letter, but I have no idea what to write.
I don't really have much to say. Nothing that could make a whole letter.
Maybe when he turns 1 year old, I could write a letter.
Thanks for visiting.
Quiet Rain