The journey
The first home
A universe, one fathom wide
This is their whole world for now — warm, weightless, lit from within. The ember at its heart keeps their tempo: beats to the minute, and it grows as they do.
drift slowly across the deep · it notices
An evening ritual
The kick counter
From around the 24th week, pick a quiet hour, settle on your left side, and count. Tap for every kick, roll or stubborn hiccup — midwives like to see ten movements inside two hours.
No kicks counted tonight — yet.
Tonight’s stars vanish when the page closes. Like the night itself, they are counted, not kept.
A song woven from their name
A music box tuned by their name and the night the story began — the same eight bars every time it winds, and no other child’s. From about the 23rd week they can hear it through the wall of the world, and melodies heard before birth are remembered after.
The constellation
Milestones, with their dates
While the nights pass