Torri Wightman

It was 8 hours before I saw and held you.  When the nurse wheeled you in all bundled and warm you immediatley took to eating.  You ate yourself to sleep.  All consumed by snuggling, visitors coming and going we would sleep and wake in tandem. 

You were content, quiet and aware.  So happy from the start.  When strangers were in the nursery, Dad pretended he was not your father just to hear the comments about your beauty, your long fingers, coloring, full head of jet black hair, and charged blue eyes.

You knew I was all yours.

I changed you on day three, the first diaper ever in my life.  Yes I saved myself for you sweet Victoria.  I washed and dressed your little body, my nervous hands, so inexperienced, but you were so patient and grateful. 

It was time to leave on day 4.  An older nurse stood with her arms folded, watching, as Dad navigated the Cat's Cradle of straps for the car seat.  That took 20 nervous minutes.  We got home, and you had always, always been here with us....