Someone Loved

摘要

Her first kicks pitter-pattered inside of me. I cherished the moment between the two of us, my daughter and I, before telling my husband of her rumblings. It was late afternoon on a crisp, fall day while driving along the Blue Ridge Parkway. The sky was increasingly golden and the mountains reflected shades of amber. It was a long awaited weekend off in the busy hum of residency. The pregnancy test came back with two blue lines. After many prior months of one blue line, I was overjoyed. That night, I wrote my daughter a letter. “My child…I hope even when you are old and gray you know your parents loved you…” I felt like I had always loved her. Though the subsequent weeks of nausea, vomiting, and exhaustion while on a busy inpatient service drained me physically, my heart remained buoyant.