Horror | October 2005 | Archives
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T. Bilgen |
Her son's birth: ouch. Searing pain, a brief blackout. Doctors sniped at each other, their faces twisted ugly behind surgical masks. A nurse shook her head as if to apologize.
Still, the baby was healthy. Gurgles, dimpled knees, diapers filled with green goo.
She e-mailed photos to her husband. "I love you so much hon," he said, through long-distance crackle. He couldn't wait to come home, and meet his son.
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