I had my post-birth checkup this week, and the nurse put me in the same room I almost always went in to see my obstetrician. As I sat there waiting for her I thought about the first and second times I had ever been in that room. The first time I wasn’t sure this day would come. There was no heartbeat on the monitor. I returned a week later.
It was in that room that I knew Jackson was real. He had a beating heart. Teeny-tiny but alive.