Today I had my first baby encounter, 11 days after Quinn’s
arrival. I would have avoided it
for days, weeks, or months, but my husband encouraged me to get out of the
house and accompany him to the Apple Store. The mall at 9:30am on a Friday was, of course, baby
haven. I was on my computer
waiting for Josh to be helped when I heard it. A newborn’s cry.
It only took a nanosecond for me to fall to tears and my husband held me
tight. It surprised me that I wasn’t
mad. I was so deeply sad. A little part of me wondered why the
young mother was so lucky to have the baby and I was not. Did she know how lucky she was? Did she know how special that baby
was? Did she know what a miracle it
was for her baby to survive 40 weeks of gestation then the stress and journey
of birth?
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