My bleeding had slowed down and things seemed to be calming down. I still had an IV attached to one arm and a blood pressure cuff on the other. Kevin and I decided that we were ready for our nurse to bring Koen to see us. Would we ever be ready for this moment? One that would grieve us and give us joy? The only physical time we would be with our second son. Our nurse brought him from the nursery - where he had been weighed, measured, pictures taken, foot and hand prints made, and dressed - and placed him in my arms. Kev stood over Koen and I, cradling us, as we both cried out from a primal place.
I am Jackie.