Taylor

After dinner, the twins return to the nursery, and the nurses encourage Jackson to take me for a walk. I’m given a robe to keep me warm, and they secured my socks with the grippy-side down. I cringe in pain as I leave the bed. Once I’m upright, the pain fades. I tolerate slight pain, meandering up and down the obstetric hallway. We pause at the nursery window to peer at the other babies living with Jackson’s.

Scratch that.

Living with ours.

Living with ...