3 moments, 3 images | Cora Bryan
Moments
1 Fallon: I was playing with my almost 3 month old daughter, enjoying her smiles, when an enormous gas bubble escaped my throat. Everything stopped. Then, slowly, the look of utter shock and astonishment came together to create a smile and then her mouth opened and her first laugh was heard. It wasn't a simple baby "he he". It was a full blown giggle that caused me and my husband to giggle, creating a great laugh fest that had my daughter giggling for 5 minutes strait.
2 Quinn: I held the little 1 year old girl close to my chest and rocked back and forth on the rocking chair. I was sleep deprived and worn out from her throwing up the pediasure that I would feed her one tablespoon at a time. She looked up at me with sunken in eyes. Her body limp. A tear rolled down and off my face, finding its way to her's, as if it, too, was trying to rehydrate her.
3 Silas: The burning I felt after that final push and release of pressure. They put the slimy, purple object on my chest. I tried get a good look, but either from the exaustion of the whole process, or the side effects of the pain medicine that I couldn't tell worked, I was unable to completely lift my head to see how bad his head was miss shaped. They took him off of me and under the lights to clean him and I waited for the cry. At first the only thing I heard was the sound of the nurses working, then out came the little squeak of a babies first attempt at crying. Releaved, and now relaxed, I sobbed in pain and under the influence of nubane mumbled something about not looking foward to my boobs getting big and with that I drifted off to some sort of fake world sleep.
Images
1 The note book sits on the hand-me-down wooden table with its blank pages open to the air. A pencil lies on top and a cold cup of not so hot chocolate is beside it.
2 The landscape is covered in sage brush. A dirt road cuts through and winds around a large hill. The skies are blue and cloudless and the sun beats on the ground below. The grasshoppers hiss in the long, yellow weeds. In the distance are the purple/blue mountains, and blocking the view is nothing. Absolutly nothing.
3 The drinking glass is on the white lanolium floor, broken. Shards are swimming in the grape juice puddle. The edges of the glass poke up, waiting for a small foot to step on them. Beside the mess, is a toddler wearing nothing but a diaper and a frown looking down at her lost beverage.
1 Fallon: I was playing with my almost 3 month old daughter, enjoying her smiles, when an enormous gas bubble escaped my throat. Everything stopped. Then, slowly, the look of utter shock and astonishment came together to create a smile and then her mouth opened and her first laugh was heard. It wasn't a simple baby "he he". It was a full blown giggle that caused me and my husband to giggle, creating a great laugh fest that had my daughter giggling for 5 minutes strait.
2 Quinn: I held the little 1 year old girl close to my chest and rocked back and forth on the rocking chair. I was sleep deprived and worn out from her throwing up the pediasure that I would feed her one tablespoon at a time. She looked up at me with sunken in eyes. Her body limp. A tear rolled down and off my face, finding its way to her's, as if it, too, was trying to rehydrate her.
3 Silas: The burning I felt after that final push and release of pressure. They put the slimy, purple object on my chest. I tried get a good look, but either from the exaustion of the whole process, or the side effects of the pain medicine that I couldn't tell worked, I was unable to completely lift my head to see how bad his head was miss shaped. They took him off of me and under the lights to clean him and I waited for the cry. At first the only thing I heard was the sound of the nurses working, then out came the little squeak of a babies first attempt at crying. Releaved, and now relaxed, I sobbed in pain and under the influence of nubane mumbled something about not looking foward to my boobs getting big and with that I drifted off to some sort of fake world sleep.
Images
1 The note book sits on the hand-me-down wooden table with its blank pages open to the air. A pencil lies on top and a cold cup of not so hot chocolate is beside it.
2 The landscape is covered in sage brush. A dirt road cuts through and winds around a large hill. The skies are blue and cloudless and the sun beats on the ground below. The grasshoppers hiss in the long, yellow weeds. In the distance are the purple/blue mountains, and blocking the view is nothing. Absolutly nothing.
3 The drinking glass is on the white lanolium floor, broken. Shards are swimming in the grape juice puddle. The edges of the glass poke up, waiting for a small foot to step on them. Beside the mess, is a toddler wearing nothing but a diaper and a frown looking down at her lost beverage.
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