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The desire to touch our baby knows no interruption. We are believers who are not content to believe with our hearts and minds – touch alone makes our belief real. We worship the baby and do not refrain from speaking about it (that is an element of our faith). Worship without a living being on whom we can lay our hand (on his belly, which is so soft that the hand touching it loses its form) seems meaningless to us. (In the past our prayers were without substance: no wonder years transpired between prayers.) Maybe it is the other way around and our baby is a believing baby: the grip of his hand seizing our arm is, at any rate, hard and firm.