You probably won’t remember anything of your first year. Your knowledge of it will come from photos, videos, and stories told to you by family and friends. In other words, you’ll get the highlight reel.
Honestly, I’m not sure my memory will be much different. Already those early hours, days, and weeks have begun to blur into that foggy place we call the past. My clearest memories are those too special—or too scary—to forget.
Waking up from surgery and wanting to meet you so badly it hurt.
Seeing you for the first time, so small, so fragile, so mine.
Watching you find my breast and begin to feed, and feeling overcome with amazement that our bodies worked together so innately to give you just what you needed.
Snuggling skin to skin with you that first night. Secretly enjoying the fact I had no one there to share you with.
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