"Here is your daughter."
I take her from the Doctor, gently. Nine months and countless hours of pain result in a baby. My baby. My eyes well up with tears as I hold her in my arms. She begins to fuss a bit, and I rock her some to calm her.
She's perfect.
I feel her tiny brow ridges with my finger. I feel my own, and suddenly they're not so repulsive. I see myself in her, and I smile.
I kiss her forehead and marvel at the turn my life has taken. Before Tom I was insecure. I felt hideous, unloved. Then he came and told me I was beautiful. He told me he loved me and took me as his wife. I began to feel beautiful and loved, and now seeing myself in something so perfect seals it.
I made her. I made her. Tom and I made her. We created life. Two misfits came together to make the perfect child.
The Doctor calls on Tom, and I realize that soon we'll have our family in one room together for the first time
Our *family*.
"Welcome to the world, Miral."
I take her from the Doctor, gently. Nine months and countless hours of pain result in a baby. My baby. My eyes well up with tears as I hold her in my arms. She begins to fuss a bit, and I rock her some to calm her.
She's perfect.
I feel her tiny brow ridges with my finger. I feel my own, and suddenly they're not so repulsive. I see myself in her, and I smile.
I kiss her forehead and marvel at the turn my life has taken. Before Tom I was insecure. I felt hideous, unloved. Then he came and told me I was beautiful. He told me he loved me and took me as his wife. I began to feel beautiful and loved, and now seeing myself in something so perfect seals it.
I made her. I made her. Tom and I made her. We created life. Two misfits came together to make the perfect child.
The Doctor calls on Tom, and I realize that soon we'll have our family in one room together for the first time
Our *family*.
"Welcome to the world, Miral."
