August 2nd, 2017
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Oh back in the day when it was a miracle to keep a child alive past a year (still is); oh back when there weren’t 2 and it was a miracle to survive as a parent (sort of true); now it’s just old hat, but it never is, life never is.
Click clack glitter hospital halls, sealife creatures running up the walls; a baby, a balloon, a pulse within. Stacks of supplies and medical carts, scrubs and white coats and bells tangling the air, chimes for a new one, here is your newborn.
The warm wrapped-up newness and solitude and import of just you, and you, and you all together, alone, one. One! One. 1.