Just 24 hours before her C-section, GMA host Ginger Zee still walked the Red Carpet -the Reason behind it left everyone speechless!
‘My baby can feel my happiness’ – Ginger’s heartfelt message didn’t just move her fans, it carried a powerful reminder to all moms: Stay optimistic and joyful, because your baby absorbs that energy from the very beginning, even in the womb.”
Ginger Zee Reveals Her Newborn Baby Boy’s Name — and Shares His First Photos!
Congratulations are in order for Good Morning America star Ginger Zee — she’s a new mom-of-two! The 37-year-old welcomed her second child, a baby boy named Miles Macklin Colonomos, on Friday, Feb. 9, she confirmed via social media. “Scrubbed in, delivered a healthy baby boy, and got a cookie to celebrate. It’s been a good day,” Ginger wrote on Twitter alongside a cute photo of her older son, Adrian Benjamin Colonomos, donning a little doctor’s outfit at the hospital.
In the hours following baby Miles’ birth, Ginger and her husband, TV star Ben Aaron, 36, continued to post sweet snapshots of their new addition on social media. First, the Dancing with the Stars alum shared a black and white image of Miles’ feet on Instagram. Then, she posted an adorable photo of Miles getting a hug from his big brother, Adrian, 2, while laying with their mom in her hospital bed. Ginger captioned that pic, “This is pure joy.”
Just one day before baby Miles’ birth, Ginger left GMA on maternity leave. At the time, she told her fans, “The big day is tomorrow… we cannot wait to meet this little guy. I was telling Robin [Roberts] on the way in, I think it really hit me last night. I didn’t sleep much, I was like ‘Wait, I’m going to have another baby. It just hit me.'” In the hours before her scheduled C-section, Ginger was still working — she attended the Go Red for Women Fashion Show in NYC and looked absolutely radiant at the event. “Here we come, @American_Heart @Macys #RedDressCollection tonight… baby tomorrow morning,” she captioned a red carpet photo of herself on Twitter. Congrats on your new bundle of joy, Ginger and Ben!
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