“Don’t scream! Screaming isn’t pushing!”
Truest words I have ever heard.
“Push!” … “Breathe, dearest, breathe.”
A different scream. That of a child. My heart fills with joy, a lead-in ed joy that sat outstretched throughout my body. They had my son, our son. A start of a life and a new chapter in ours. I kiss her on the forehead as they clean our boy up, my eyes fixated on her exhausted form.
“I love you, dearest.”
Day 1 of 100 of the 100 Day Challenge: Emotions