Kayla

I can't believe it has been 17 years since I first held a tiny little bundle of joy in my arms!

I remember how I first heard her cry while I was in drugged limbo in the operating room.

I remember how I tried to let her know I was her mother by exhaling into her face like a dog when the nurse held her to my face while I was still immobile from the anesthesia.

I remember how the nurse showed me she was completely normal by showing me her hands and feet in the recovery room.

I remember how her toes splayed open when I sniffed her foot and I thought, 'Aha! She didn't get my feet!"

I remember how I tried to care for her even while my arms were still weak from all the drugs.

I remember how my numb hands dropped the feeding bottle and was seized with fear when it landed so close to her head.

I remember how I tried to let her suckle as much as I could so that she could get as much colostrum as possible.

I remember her as a baby.

So who the hell is this tall, lanky, young lady sharing my life with me acting as if she's my mother?

Gee... imagine that?!? 17 years!