birth of tay VII

From Mom

August 7, 1982

6ish

finally at 6ish i was wheeled into the delivery room.

this was back in the day when an expectant mother

labored in one room and delivered in another.

more pushing,

seriously hard this time

and at six twenty my beautiful baby girl joined us.

screaming at first, a loud, long yelp....

then quited as soon as she was in her clean up bin.

the moment you were born,

I reached up to touch your perfect little hand.

the doctor said, "it's a girl."

I smiled and cried on the inside.

I was tired and happy

and you were beautiful and finally here.

a little bundling and I was holding you.

so happy.

you were warm and soft and squeeky

and you smelled like

heaven

and

cotton candy.

this feeling is indescribable.

no words.

a cross between extremem happiness,

like when you get the Christmas present

that you ALWAYS wanted,

yearned for,

saw on TV and KNEW

your parents could never afford it......

nicely blended with that

fabulous contentment

one feels when one is safe,

at home and in one's own bed.

I realize that I have jumped back and forth

between third and first person.

for this I ask your forgiveness.

re-telling this story for the 27th time

still elicits the same magical combination

of elation and security

that I experienced the day

that my baby girl was born.

my grammatical sense goes right

out

the

window.

On the day you were born......

my heart was whole for the first time ever......

in my life.....

every day since I have loved you more

and more

and more

and if I were the type to use the word

exponential,

I would.

you are my sunshine.

I belive in souls and I believe that souls choose to whom they will return.

I am humbled that you picked me to be your mother.

thank you.

happy birthday,

i love you madly,

and I mean madly.

ME.

look how toasty you were...