A beautiful girl
“Gayle! Gayle! Wake up!” The nurses were calling out my name and shaking me to try to awaken me. I began to open my eyes, lying very still and feeling heavy. My body was as sore as if I’d been hit by a two-ton truck. They continued to shake me, saying , “Gayle, Gayle, look at your baby!” I slowly turned my head and saw a beautiful little baby, my daughter Dana. Don and I had said if we had a girl, we’d call her Dana, a beautiful name that made us smile every time we said it.
Now there she was, more than eight pounds, not at all the small baby the doctor had predicted. With light reddish-blond hair and big, brown eyes, she was beautiful! Through my tears, I saw that she was crying, too. Though still heavily drugged from the anesthesia, I noticed that Don still wasn’t in the room. Where was he? Why wasn’t he here?
But before I knew it, the nurses took Dana away—even before I could ever hold her. I fell back into a gas-induced stupor and slept until the next day.
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