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“She is healthy,” Doctor Davis said, her voice dropping as she began the work of cleaning the small scale.
“She is beautiful,” Tilly whispered, her fingers touching the baby’s tiny shoulder.
I reached down, my fingers touching her tiny, warm forehead as she began to settle against my chest, her dark hair wet and curled against her scalp. Her tiny breaths were fast, a soft flutter against my collarbone that felt like the first real thing in months.
I did not look at the clock to see the exact minute of her birth.
By two in the afternoon, the bright winter sun was slanting through the double window of my recovery room, hitting the side of the clear plastic bassinet. Margot stood by the glass, her blue hair elastic wrapped three times around her wrist as she watched her new sister sleep. She had her father’s chin, but her eyes were quiet and steady, like Norman’s.