I was shell-shocked, sleepless,
mostly numb for three days straight.
On the fourth day, I was holding our tiny creation, mesmerized by her miniature, spastic gestures,
when I felt a sudden rush of sorrow and overwhelming futility.
Who am I to invite someone new into this crazy world?
Though fierce when provoked, I am so small, my shell hopelessly permeable.
What protection can I offer this perfect and vulnerable creature?
I wept for the confusion in store for her, for the first time she will be disappointed–perhaps by me–
And for the first time her heart will be broken.