We can hear all of the little snorts and grunts and coos and cries.
From a distant and muffled doptone heartbeat, white and grey whisps of ultrasound images, and the late night writhing and hiccups, we have come to this.
I am awed and humbled by this creation. Complex and robust in her systems, fragile how she handles, tender and trusting in her nature – we made this. Three have come from two. Miraculous.