It was 10:04 P.M. August 12, 2012. The whole family was exhausted from an entire day spent waiting, anxious, and aching from those uncomfortable hospital couches, which you would think should be softer than a cloud. We were complaining, but my sister was the one who was there for two days already and pushing for an hour before they decided to perform a cesarean section. All five feet of her held a 20 inch baby for nine months; he was a third of her size already and he wasn't even a minute old. She lost a lot of blood and had to have a transfusion as well as extend her stay in the hospital past the average expected time. However, an hour and a half after he was brought into this world I was able to see my nephew. It was the most surreal thing I had ever experienced. Being only 17 years old I hadn't ever given birth so it was the closest thing I had come to to feeling like a newborn was mine. His slumber was peaceful, he didn't look alive yet. As everyone "Aww'd" and tears of joy ran down their face, his little eyes fluttered and were opened to expose him to the people he would be closest to. He was the newest addition to our family and we couldn't be happier. In that moment it was amazing to add a new member to our crazy family, but heartbreaking to think it could have been at the cost of one of the two people he would need most in his world that could provide him with anything he could possibly ever need. Seeing him for the first time created mixed emotions indescribable by a simple photograph.
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