Part 23: First moments
Contractions are no fun. No matter how big the child is. Not even in rosy hindsight. The experience of birth, however, is one of the most impressive in my life.
Two eyes, a forehead, the hairline, behind it black sticky wet hair, an open mouth, toothless and again and again this forehead, somewhat flat and rounded at the top and then Milla was already gone. And I was very relieved that she was taken care of. I was still in the delivery room, like all the other mothers after giving birth. And yet this was different, less romantic perhaps, and somehow I didn’t quite know what to do now. Something great had happened, that had overtaken me and I was still shaking and now it was good again and the calming came. And I knew there was now who or what and they were somewhere else and that was good. I wanted to go there gladly, but at that moment also not compellingly. For the time being, it was okay like that, after all, we were not more people before the big event and the missing person or persons were already missing, but not yet so massively. Gianni became the communication center and I was still trying to get my shaky knees under control for quite some time later.
