“10-21-2015”

I say it often, just like that “Ten – Twenty-One – Twenty Fifteen”

Every doctor’s appointment, every test, every ER visit, every hospitalization with every prick and poke, “Could you confirm Kiran’s date of birth?”

“10-21-2015”

I have to stop and think, now, when I am at an appointment for me.  My OWN birthday doesn’t roll off the tongue like it once did.  I am so used to his.  His numbers come more easily to the front of my mind, to the tip of my tongue.

“10-21-2015”

The day my entire world changed.  He didn’t come until 11:06 pm.  It was a long day, waiting for him.  It was a long day, waiting to see what would happen to him once he was no longer safe in my womb.

“10-21-2015”

The day we met.  The day our journey truly began.  The day I got to see him, but just for a second, and steal a quick kiss on his soft cheek, before they had to wheel him to the NICU, flanked by several doctors.

“10-21-2015”

Other than that brief moment, I didn’t actually get to spend time with my son until 10-22-2015; it was well after midnight by the time they allowed me to get out of bed and be wheeled up to the NICU to see my darling boy.  I never wanted to leave his side, but of course, I was still a patient.

“10-21-2015”

The day my biggest dream was realized: Kiran made me a mom.