That was when I met him for the first time.
My first born. My son.
It was one of the most traumatic, horrifying, difficult and wondrous moments of my life.
I feared for my life. I feared for his.
I believe, at this exact moment...right now...20 years ago...I was able to touch him, if only a little bit (he was wrapped in layers and layers of blankets and place on top of me while we were wheeled out to recovery).
I am happy that I happened to wake up at this moment to appreciate that moment...so long ago (so fleetingly short from now)...alone, while everyone sleeps..20 years ago, I became a mother.
(Well...everyone is asleep but the damned cats....I think they just broke something downstairs....)
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