He was stunningly beautiful, wide-eyed, and didn’t cry. I wept with joy and disbelief. He shat all over my stomach. I had never been higher in my life. If you looked at my face in those minutes after birth, you would have thought that I had just spent the last 6 hours dancing all night, on boatloads of Ecstasy. Or that I had just had ten orgasms during the greatest night of marathon sex of my life.
We got our revenge. The day baby L was born, we too were (re)born as mother and father, right from the ashes of our previous (traumatic) experience. Thank you, L., for choosing us and giving us this opportunity! We are whole again.