Grace
My daughter Grace,was born on my own birthday in September. I was ecstatic.somehow due to the pain and excitement l could not sleep; yet it is expected that a mother fresh out of labour, must sleep so as to recover from pain and exhaustion. Soon after giving birth and receiving my child to feed,l slept a little less than an hour, Then l woke up.I could not keep my eyes off of her. I gazed and gazed at 'this wonder,this perfection.' It was a miracle. So l was now a mother! Heavens gracious. It was a miracle, a pure and plain miracle.She was beautiful. Her complexion was extra light compared to my first born, her brother. She was tiny. So tiny l was afraid l would break her limbs if l touched her wrong.l was extra careful when l lifted her from the bed. Such a fragile,frail miracle. She was mine still and l was happy. At 2600g she looked a little too small compared to her brother who was born at 4200g. He had looked like a two weeks old baby at birth. Yet Grace looked like she n