4.10
She opened her eyes and blinked. Daylight brightened the room. She felt a rush of confusion but it soon passed. Moments later she gazed hazily into a kindly female face.
‘Congratulations,’ the face said.
A nurse was holding a baby wrapped tightly in a pink blanket. Another nurse was holding a second baby also wrapped in pink. Girls! She’d done it. She’d given birth, although she had no idea how she’d managed it.
The nurses leaned over her, tilting the tiny bundles so she could see her babies’ faces. They were beautiful. So serene. So delicate. So vulnerable. They were all that mattered. And she was overwhelmed by an enveloping sense of unity, an exquisite oneness, an us like no other. Tears flooded her eyes.
‘You did well to get to thirty-seven weeks,’ the kindly nurse said.
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