I've never seen anything like what I saw yesterday. Let's see if I can explain the feelings I felt while Daralyn was born.
The shower had started, Bette, Tina, Lara, Dana, Tonya and I were all there. Jenny and Carmen were playing phone tag with me and we couldn't get a hold of each other, but the messages said they were on their way. Friction was felt, and stress which undoubtedly let to Tina's water breaking in the hallway while she was talking with Bette.
Tina was scared and worried that something was wrong and Bette rushed her off to the hospital. I told everyone what was going on and left after them. I arrived shortly there after, Tina was wheeled off with Bette and I each holding a hand. The doctor explained to us what was going on and that they had to perform an emergency c-section.
Barely a half hour after they put Tina under Daralyn was born.
Her skin is the color of Bette's, a creamy coffee color. Like coffee with lots of milk and sugar. Blonde hair like her mothers, thin, little peach fuzz, her head was so little against Tina's arm as they got her to breast feed. She didn't fuss a whole lot, but they whisked her away quickly to incubate her, being premature and all.
You could see the wonder in Tina's face when she held her. The awe of this little miracle in her arms. So small next to her mother. It looked like she'd been waiting years for this moment to come to pass. Her eyes filled up with tears, and she looked up at me and smiled the biggest, brightest smile I've ever seen on her beautiful face.
We've been so stressed lately, just with everything, first the move, and then the start of our relationship, and the Bette backlash that came from that. And this moment, this very moment with her daughter in her hands....You couldn't even tell that she had just gone through hell to get here. She was blissful, and in full glow from motherhood. I've never seen a more beautiful sight as when Tina was holding her daughter for the first time. If I said my eyes didn't well up with tears, I'd be lying.
We had to stay in the hospital last night. They wanted to make sure Tina didn't get an infection from the c-section, and because they want to keep Daralyn in the incubator for at least a full day or two.
Tina looks tired now, still sitting in the hospital bed. I know that I'm going to put her in bed when we get home, and I'll wake her when Daralyn needs to feed. At least the nursery is set up already. Crib and changing table. We've yet to finish decorating though.
I admit that I was a little scared about what would happen once Daralyn was born, but now, after the fact, and I've had a chance to hold her. I am filled with this sense of love and pride,especially for T, going through all this. She is the strongest woman I know. I've never been happier and more in love in my life. This day brought us closer together, and I'm so thankful for that.
*Puts my laptop down and turns to look at Tina. I squeeze her hand lightly before planting a kiss on it, softly*