One. Abbadon. A tiny eighteen-month old form, helpless and naked but for a diaper and an IV, is lying in my arms. We are nestled in the vastness of the hospital. Outside the sliding glass doors, overhead pages squawk from the ceiling, nurses and doctors and techs bustle past. Inside, the lights are dimmed as…
Author: sparky
Babies, Birth, and Bajingos
mood: babies! music: The Dividing Cells – Womb With A View (Or, Hello, world!) Before reading on, you should be aware that this entry throws anatomical terms around in a somewhat carefree manner, so if the mechanics of childbirth offend you, you might want to pass this one up. A topic for which some will…