Six years ago, right now, I was lying in the recovery room waiting for my spinal to wear off. The baby had been weighed and examined and cleaned. Vital stats had been called in to various family members. My only job at that moment was to heal myself and care for him.
Right now, that boy is curled up on bed. He has a fever of 101.7* at the moment, and just wants to rest his aching head. I brought him water, and offered him applesauce. I kissed his hot little head while he slept, and tucked his blankets around him.
Six years ago, I was his nursing mother. Today I am his mommy the nurse.
Happy birthday, little man. Tomorrow we can try for cake and celebrations.
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