Our Charming Little Princess
No ultrasounds, no genetic testing, Judith was put into a twilight sleep for the birth and first met Mina after she had been washed, wrapped in a fuzzy pink blanket, and adorned with a plastic ankle bracelet. Mina had been given her first bottle by a nurse. The night before, in the snow, Judith had insisted on walking in Central Park, insisted that she couldn’t really be in labor yet. After so many years, so many miscarriages, she couldn’t believe she was really about to become a mother. All the tiny white shirts, and white cotton mitts to keep the baby from scratching itself, and white baby blankets crocheted by her aunts, must be lying. The insistent pain in her belly and back, the pain that rolled in and withdrew again, must be lying.
January 29, 1965
7 pounds, 4 ounces
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