Monday, 21 September 2009

My Heart

I rest my hand against her chest and can feel her heart beat fast and hard. It amazes me that less than 10 weeks ago, that beating heart was inside me.

I remember the first time I heard her heart, beating in a sea of black at the ultra-sound, the confirmation that there was life inside me. She was all heart then.

And the first time I heard her heart beat after my operation, anxiously waiting for the midwife to find it, my own heart had stopped until I was sure she had survived.

And then when she was placed on my chest, purple and warm, her heart beating against mine.

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