Sarah holds her son in her hands, lifting up his peach fuzz head to meet the softness of her cheek. He smells altogether familiar, yet strange. She traces the soft spots on his skull, the indentations left by an arduous labor. His eyes flutter open and closed, unaccustomed to the harsh hospital lighting. She unwraps the swaddling blanket to marvel once again at arms and legs, spindly and perfect, hunched instinctively inward, then stretching long. Her fingers circle the umbilical stub, and he begins to cry. She hugs him tightly, feeling the separation already. “I cannot get you close enough.”
I'm participating in a weekly writing challenge: 100 words. Each week, Velvet Verbosity posts a prompt, and participants write 100 words, in any form, that evoke the word. This week's word: fingers.
I'm participating in a weekly writing challenge: 100 words. Each week, Velvet Verbosity posts a prompt, and participants write 100 words, in any form, that evoke the word. This week's word: fingers.
I remember those first hours together with my babies. You put to words those feelings perfectly.
ReplyDeleteAmazing detail and description, great word choice. Love the idea of the mom "feeling the separation already."
ReplyDeleteYup. 2 of the most beautiful days of my life :-D
ReplyDeleteYou've really captured those moments. When my children were born, I felt like I'd created the world single-handed.
ReplyDeleteMy word verification was "lovealeg." Fits perfectly with your post.