ka_verse - Prompt 18 - Birth
18. Birth
The first time Naomi saw her eldest daughter she was bloody, hands clinched at the ends of arms shaking with newborn infant rage (and more than vocal about her displeasure) in Daniel’s arms.
By the time she and her baby had both been checked by the medical staff, cleaned up and her daughter wrapped into a small, delicate pink bundle and placed into her arms, Naomi was aching to hold the tiny girl; all barely seven pounds of unexpected responsibility that would without a doubt affect Naomi’s competition of law school and push back taking the bar exam until God knew when.
Naomi softly traced her fingertips down her daughter’s cheek- how could any human thing be so impossibly soft? Quieter now that all the initial trauma of coming into the world was behind her, the baby stared back at her mother with a sleepy, blurry-eyed curiosity from under her mass of feathery dark hair.
Daniel and the medical staff were conversing in the background, and the excitement in her young husband’s voiced carried through into her thoughts, if not the actual words. A camera flashed a few times, no doubt also wielded by Dan, but Naomi couldn’t bring herself to refocus on the rest of the room. Eight months of panicking, planning and waiting, twenty-two hours of pain, sweat, swearing and tears- all cumulating in this tiny, perfect person in her arms with doll-sized hands and fingernails that seemed impossibly small.
Naomi smiled tiredly and pressed a kiss to her daughter’s forehead, “Hello beautiful.”
Daniel perched on the edge of the hospital bead and leaned over her shoulder to wrap a strong arm around his family, “Did you decide on just one name yet, sweetheart?”
Naomi glanced briefly up at him before lightly grasping her husband’s hand with her free one not occupied with holding their daughter.
“Her name is Rachel.”
The first time Naomi saw her eldest daughter she was bloody, hands clinched at the ends of arms shaking with newborn infant rage (and more than vocal about her displeasure) in Daniel’s arms.
By the time she and her baby had both been checked by the medical staff, cleaned up and her daughter wrapped into a small, delicate pink bundle and placed into her arms, Naomi was aching to hold the tiny girl; all barely seven pounds of unexpected responsibility that would without a doubt affect Naomi’s competition of law school and push back taking the bar exam until God knew when.
Naomi softly traced her fingertips down her daughter’s cheek- how could any human thing be so impossibly soft? Quieter now that all the initial trauma of coming into the world was behind her, the baby stared back at her mother with a sleepy, blurry-eyed curiosity from under her mass of feathery dark hair.
Daniel and the medical staff were conversing in the background, and the excitement in her young husband’s voiced carried through into her thoughts, if not the actual words. A camera flashed a few times, no doubt also wielded by Dan, but Naomi couldn’t bring herself to refocus on the rest of the room. Eight months of panicking, planning and waiting, twenty-two hours of pain, sweat, swearing and tears- all cumulating in this tiny, perfect person in her arms with doll-sized hands and fingernails that seemed impossibly small.
Naomi smiled tiredly and pressed a kiss to her daughter’s forehead, “Hello beautiful.”
Daniel perched on the edge of the hospital bead and leaned over her shoulder to wrap a strong arm around his family, “Did you decide on just one name yet, sweetheart?”
Naomi glanced briefly up at him before lightly grasping her husband’s hand with her free one not occupied with holding their daughter.
“Her name is Rachel.”