Sometimes I wish I could forget that I dropped him. But the fog that cloaked his arrival with sleepless wonder did not shroud those few horrifying seconds.
You've given me your son. He is of course both of ours, for better or worse and I still call dibs on you should we ever get a divorce but when we got married, you handed him to me with grace. You handed him to me with hope. He will always be one of the best people I will ever meet in this world and that is to your credit.
It makes me furiously sad when “intactivists” attack a grieving mother for decisions made in what became the final hours of her child’s life.