“If I don’t make it, will you forget me soon?”
We had joked about it many times, but I hadn’t counted on it happening, anxious as she was being wheeled in to the OT.
“Promise me you’ll move on, my love.”
I look at her, trying to smile through her pain.
“Don’t be so worried, honey. You’ll be fine. If you move on, I’ll remember the shadow of your smile.”
But I knew she’d be with me.
“Told you so,” I told her after the C-section, as I sat beside her, holding our baby girl, “Now your tomophobia is cured!”
(July 24th, 2013)