Cora

“You’ve got this, Cora!” Ella cheers at my side while I squeeze Roger’s hand, panting and shouting as I give what the nurse has told me is one last, final push.

I put everything I have into this final moment, squeezing my eyes shut and pushing as hard as I can, wanting this done – wanting to feel my little baby in my arms

And suddenly the pressure lessens, and my eyes fly open as I gasp And there’s a little baby’s cry ringing out through the room.

“Here!” I gasp, leaning forward fervently, some motherly demand in me needing my little baby now even as I see him in the nurse’s hands. “Give him to me!”

The nurse hesitates, looking towards her colleagues. I moan a little, still reaching, wanting him now

“Do it,” Ella snaps suddenly up from my side. She stands and moves towards the nurse, putting a hang on her shoulder and gesturing towards me. ” He needs his mother – ”

Roger is completely still at my side, his eyes focused totally on the baby, who starts to cry his little heart out.

“Please,” I beg, reaching for him.

“All right,” the nurse says, nodding and bringing him forward. “We’ll clean him up in a minute – ”

And she takes two steps forward, and leans down, and places my little baby in my arms

And I burst immediately into tears.

heart just breaks to feel him close to me, so strange and new and yet

as I take in every ounce of him, every tiny finger and toe, his wide and crying mouth with its perfect

is pressed tight to my side, his arms wrapped around me, staring

he’s here,” I

mad,”

at least stopped my crying. “You know, Roger,” I say quietly,

staring at the baby with an expression somewhere between

to the baby, cuddling him close and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Welcome to the world.

come up with something that good. He

me,” I sigh. “My

my whole body is aching, I just

it feels like Roger and the baby and I are the only three people in

with tears of joy when I look up at her. “What do you think, Cora?” she asks quietly. “Will you let the nurses clean him up and

baby needs to be checked. And I laugh as the nurse comes close, reaching

didn’t,” the nurse says, grinning at me as she takes the baby from my arms. “You’re just an excited new mom and the birth went beautifully, no complications, so there’s no harm in

room to be weighed and checked out by the doctor. But the nurse is right – everything went well, and the baby looked fine

hands out, palm up. “I basically bled out after my traumatic pregnancy,

hands on top of hers and laughing a little. “I’m

her reaction. But then she just grins

leaning my head on Roger’s shoulder, starting to feel my exhaustion

course, but this is the most conscious I’ve been for it and I can really feel it this time – the way the gift runs through me, seeking out the parts of me that hurt and sweeping through them piece by piece

I feel

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