A letter to my mother on the event of my child’s birth
My child was born last Friday. I wish you could meet them.
The first time I saw their face in person (strikingly similar to their 3D ultrasound, but here, not an echo of a person but a real-life human being in front of me), they couldn’t breathe. The doctors whisked them away to a table, and I followed quickly, dumbly, the delirium from…