Intimate reflection of a mother’s heart so perfectly worded. I’m left in tears.
On the day you were born nothing went according to my plan.
I had read What to Expect When You are Expecting.
I had dog-eared the pages.
I was prepared.
Let’s do this. Let’s gather together and welcome my daughter into this world.
My brother-whom you definitely would want by your side in any emergency situation-was by mine, as was my mother, and my dad until things got bad.
And they did, get bad.
We were known as the miracle birth, because we were both so close to death. I remember the nurse standing on a stool squeezing IV fluid into me . . . fast.
I was cold, so very cold.
I remember the doctor, shouting, “Bring me the baby! She needs to see her daughter!”
He was not my original OBGYN, but a stranger, because we needed-or so it seemed- every available doctor to bring you into this world.
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