15/09/2025
I feel this. Even with Ethyn’s birth. Granted, we didn’t get to be with each other at first, as he was whisked away to another hospital immediately following his birth to prep for surgery, but I cherish the moments in the hospital.
One moment that’s forever ingrained in my memory is one morning, about 2 weeks in, he woke up around 5am, and I had just fed him. We had just gotten our own room in the hospital, and I was laying on the bed with him all cuddled up, and the sun was just starting to rise outside. The clouds turned pink, the air was still, our room was quiet, and my beautiful baby boy was just staring up at me in wonder.
To be honest, I’m not sure I would have gotten moments like that if we’d had a typical pregnancy and delivery and hospital stay. I would have taken him home and immediately needed to care for the household again. But those quiet moments are something I will cherish forever, the glimmer in the midst of all the chaos.
I never thought I’d crave a hospital room… but I do.
That first night after my baby was born still lives in my heart.
The world outside didn’t matter.
It was just me, a dimly lit room,
and the tiniest soul I’d ever seen.
It wasn’t glamorous.
The monitors beeped.
The nurses came and went.
My body ached in ways I can’t explain.
But in the middle of all of that…
was magic.
The way time slowed down.
The way their chest rose and fell against mine.
The way love crashed into me, raw, heavy, unstoppable.
It was sacred.
It was messy.
It was the beginning of everything.
And sometimes, I’d give anything to go back,
just to feel that night all over again.
©️Caty Sanders