We can hear all of the little snorts and grunts and coos and cries.
From a distant and muffled doppler heartbeat, white and grey wisps of ultrasound images, and the late-night writhing and hiccups, we have come to this.
I am awed and humbled by this creation. Complex and robust in her systems, fragile in our hands, tender and trusting in her nature — we made this. Three have come from two. Miraculous.