Michele Bombardier | Maiden voyage
The power went out during his birth. One midwife held the flashlight while the other sewed me up, infection set in, pain, fever requiring bedrest and surgery, still I knew, it was glory, full glory handed to me, a star on a platter, the most precious memory of my life I hold. Weeks later on a Tuesday afternoon, stroller maiden voyage, first venture out, blinking like my baby at the faces around me in the bright bright world, when I am gored with the realization: we are everything we have been; all of us newborns, soft, weak, curled, needing to be held, fed, wiped clean. Sometimes I forget. Sometimes I go for years forgetting, then I remember and I find it, mercy.
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