Chapter 10:
Heyy, so I figure I haven't updated in a while, so I thought, "What the hell?"
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She survived. My baby. She didn't breath right away, and they had to get her breathing. I looked down at my arms, where she was sleeping now. She was so tiny compared to the other babies that were in the room. She was four pounds and eleven ounces. After holding her the first time though, my thoughts varied.
First, love. She was mine, all mine. She depended on me, and she was the only extension of me I had. My beautiful daughter, Alexandria. I felt nothing but joy as I cried and took her into my arms. She was here, and she was the only person that mattered to me.
Then, curiosity. I had never seen a newborn baby before, or paid attention to babies before, so I thought they would look, well... cute. She was odd looking. She was small, and pink. Her features were wrinkled up and smushed from being pushed out of me hours ago. She opened her eyes sometimes, bringing a cross, helpless look to her face. She would occassionally wave her arms around blindly while crying out for food or attention. I didn't understand her, but I knew I could, eventually.
And fear. I had no idea what raising her would be like. She was going to need me constantly, and I was going to be alone raising her. Could I handle it? I glanced down at her face, which was nestled up to my chest. Her eyes opened, revealing a dark sapphire blue shade. She relaxed and closed her eyes in a minute, lulling back to sleep. I smiled and laid back.
We would be fine.
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