The newborn baby arrives, the greatest gift God can bestow, a sacred responsibility of love and nurture.
I want to drink this moment in, this moment with my little girl in my hands. Her eyes are more brilliant than I could have dreamed they would be, her hands more delicate. She feels so light, looks so perfect and smells so divine. I am her protector for as long as I live and my love for her will last for all time.
Newborn cries fill the room and the father bursts into tears of relief and joy. He turns his glossy eyes to his wife and in a voice that's almost broken he tells her they have a beautiful daughter. Through her exhaustion she smiles, and she lets her eyes leave his face to take in the baby that is being brought to like on her bare skin. In that moment she begins to cry the sweetest tears she's ever known, all the pain of moments before melting away. She's only minutes old and her tiny girl begins to root, mouth wide, her instincts strong.
The room is deserted as Noah steps in, his eyes travelling over the debris of the recently vacated squat. Stepping in before the needles are cleared up isn't wise, but as he steps backwards a black bin bag rustles on the far side and the shape of a tiny hand pushes against the plastic. Noah feels a wave of cold shock and picks his way over the floor, sending a silent prayer for them both. He peels back the plastic and pulls out a newborn, umbilical cord thick and dangling. The baby opens her mouth to cry and and all she can manage is a quite snuffling, her throat dry and sore. Noah holds her close, hand over her back to give her some warmth, and picks his way back over the mess. As they break out into the sunlight he begins to run...
Georgie holds the newborn to her shoulder and he's smaller than a bag of sugar from the grocers. Tiny toes peek from his blanket, dangling in the summer breeze. His head, a crazy mass of brown curls not yet rubbed bald from lying in his crib, wobbles beneath her supporting hand. She can't believe how tiny new humans are, how vulnerable, how awe inspiring.
In the bouncy chair lies a newborn, his arms aloft as if dreaming of cuddling the mother who stands so closely by. Harriet slides her pinky into his open hand and watches as they curl around it, the baby sleeping on. She feels his soft breath on the back of her hand, still damp from the rain outside. Already her school day is melting away as she watches her new brother...
Her newborn baby smile was as sweet as a summer strawberry and filled me with a sunshine I never knew existed in the world.
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