NADINE POINT OF VIEW.

They placed him on my chest, small and warm, and I cried for the second time, but this time, it was out of a pure and undiluted joy that I did. I had woken up, utterly confused and disoriented in a hospital, not knowing who I was, not remembering my past and not knowing if I had a future as it stood, but things had realigned themselves, and now, I was the mother of a child, a child I would love and nurture, a child I would sacrifice my own small life for; a child I would ...