Annie
For the first time, I'm alone in the room. They've already removed the epidural, so the pain from the C-section has started to make me uncomfortable. The saddest thing of all is not being able to hold my son in my arms. My mother was with me a moment ago, but she went out to call my sister, who already went back home and took David Jr. with her.
I hear a knock on the door and when I authorize them to enter, the sweet face of Aunt Susan appears before me.
"Hi, Annie. How are you?" I smile warmly at her. I hadn't seen her since I woke up from surgery.
"A little sore, but I imagine that's normal. Congratulations, Grandma!" My aunt approaches me, hugs me, and begins to cry softly.
"Thank you, dear Annie. You couldn't have made me happier. My grandson is beautiful. He's identical to
