I lay on my back, like Jesus Christ on the cross, my arms outstretched, immobile.
I lay on my back and tears poured down my cheeks.
I had been afraid of this, that at this moment of birth I wouldn't be able to hold my baby right away.
But when it happened, and that cry broke the air?
I could have waited five minutes, maybe even ten. Hell, maybe even an hour!
Patience reigned, because he lived, he lived.
My little boy who lived.