by Elizabeth Rollo
As the sun began to rise, I realized that I was experiencing the most peaceful moment of my life. Just two hours earlier I had given birth to my first child, a son. As they bent me in half on the operating table, explaining that the medicine had gone the wrong way, I knew they had meant that both my son and I were critically in danger. I thought of my son, still inside me, and how he was so close, yet I may never see his face. As the anesthesiologist’s arm was wrapped around me, holding me up, I looked down at his gold bracelet and thought how odd that it would be the last thing I would ever see in my life. I was never so happy to be wrong, as I watched the light of a new day fill my hospital room, knowing that we had made it, my son and me.
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Elizabeth Rollo, a mother of three, lives in New Jersey. She still loves the sunrise, always looking for that perfect new morning light that brings her back to that morning nine years ago.