Born Again

He took so long to poop we had to stay an extra day. Bilirubin. Merconium. Big words, small boy. I went with him everywhere. They only took him from the room a few times .. heel prick, circumcision, unplugging his bum. He barely cried at any of it. Maybe because he was so close to us. On our chests, as much as possible, skin to skin .. Leaving the room for good — I don’t remember much now. Having so much unfamiliar stuff, all of it she knew exactly what it did, how it worked, where it was supposed to go. And our boy with his little skull cap, swaddled even in the early June heat. Me, so lucky to be gifted with all of it.

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