Something that means a lot
This may seem astonishing, movie like, but every single word is true. My very own story to share with him over and over and over again one day. Friday, January 28th, 2005 at 5:30AM, Damian Alexander, the only person that I will ever love unconditionally, changed my life forever. The nurses took him into their corner to clean him up, while I laid in bed anxious to hold him for the very first time. After he was all cleaned up they gave him to his father first. He spoke to him and welcomed him in to this world. But Damian remained with his eyes closed. Most newborns don’t open there eyes right away. It can be minutes or even hours before they decide on opening their tiny eyelids and get a spec of this realm. He walked towards me and placed Damian in my arms, exhausted and restless; I sat up and looked at the tiny being that I had nurtured for 8 and half weeks in my womb. I remember it as if it were yesterday. As I held him I whispered a few words to him, “Hey baby, I love you so much already.” And he fluttered his eyelids for a few seconds. He opened his opaque gray eyes and tears streamed down my face. We stared at each other for several seconds before his father interrupted and complained it wasn’t fair that I was the first person he ever had a glimpse of. But to me that was enough. Peace.