March 10, 2008
Saturday you were one month old. You nestled against me, one arm thrown companionably over my right breast, your feet pressing into my hand. When I spoke, your irises rolled toward the top of your head, looking for the source of my voice. Though I wish you were still safe inside me instead of running [...]
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March 5, 2008
When I called the NICU in the wee hours of yesterday morning, Simone was doing well. “No, no blood in her urine,” said the nurse, “And they said she had some bruising on her groin? And that her leg was dusky? But I don’t see anything like that.” My god, I thought blearily, she’s got [...]
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