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breaths, burps and blessings.

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My breaths were stronger this time. 
I was induced at 38 weeks on the nose. Contractions grew with the day until my eyes were closed and the only sound I could hear was my breath. When it was time to push, they came quickly, eagerly. And then their breath filled my ears instead.
Eleven minutes separated them.

First, Solveig Marta emerged with deep and fierce cries.  She grabbed my finger right away. Five pounds, five ounces. Eighteen inches.


Then, Tove Saunders wailed short and piercing cries. As they turned her toward my chest,  she peed on everyone at the foot of my bed. Four pounds, nine ounces. Seventeen and three quarters inches.
Solveig came home from the Special Care Nursery the same day I did, but Tove stayed a full week to gain weight and work on her breathing. Every day, Solveig and I would get dressed and drive to the hospital to spend 6 hours with her. I high-kicked a handicap door button while holding a diaper bag, pumping parts and her car seat every morning on my way into the Mothe…