At first, I thought the pain medication was confusing me.
Then I saw her stomach.
She was tall, beautiful, and unmistakably pregnant.
My husband, Byron, stopped at the foot of my bed as though he had arrived late for a dinner reservation instead of walking into the room where his wife had just delivered their child.
I saw her stomach.
« This is Mary, » he said.
The newborn sleeping against my chest gave a tiny sigh. Nurse Patricia started toward the door.
Byron looked at him, then back at me.