Sarah
Three-and-a-half months after giving birth to the baby I never thought I could have, I was in the hospital wondering if I would live to hear her first words.
Three-and-a-half months after giving birth to the baby I never thought I could have, I was in the hospital wondering if I would live to hear her first words.
In my entire life, I never smiled so genuinely as when smiling back at our new baby girl.
As I sat in the waiting room, calling relatives about our brand new daughter, I heard "Code blue, maternity ward, recovery room" announced over the PA system.
I wrote "thank you" notes to everyone who had attended the funeral as if it had been a baby shower.
The day my daughter was born, I walked around all day smelling her on my hands and falling in love with her more every time.
When I looked in the cot and saw you both snuggled up together in a perfect cuddle, I realised that the bloody cat had been tolerating me until you were born.
"Is that your daughter?" she asked skeptically, referring to the baby drinking milk from my breast.
Having a baby feels like trying to push a freight train up a mountain with your hoo-ha.
I always thought I'd be a type-A career woman my whole life, but there he was on my chest, squirming, blinking, crying, clutching my little finger with all his might.
As I stared at the stunningly precious likeness before me, I blithely told him that if I were in his shoes, I'd be telling everyone that my baby looked just like me!
Of course, we weren't really planning on having a baby in a Volkswagen Bug.
My granddaughter took my finger in her day-old fist and I fell in love.