Amelia was born en cual. This means she was born still encased in the birth sack. The doctors and trainees expressed awe for the rarity of the moment and then delicately cut into it and ripped it away from her face. She was placed on my chest and crawled her way to my nipple. My breasts had been preparing for this moment for months and she instinctively suckled the colostrum from them without hesitation. I was staring straight ahead stunned by the speed of what had just happened, at a loss for understanding of how I now held my perfect little girl. I was floating above the room looking down. But only for a second because my placenta was coming and reality shot back with the contraction. It had been 16 minutes since I had arrived in the labor and delivery room.
Two hours earlier Michael and I were browsing the racks of Burlington Coat Factory while the register worked on a return we had brought in, no tags. Continue reading