PART 2
No matter how I try to piece together a timeline of what happened next: it never adds up. I just can’t account for the hours that went missing…
After I pulled Thud onto my stomach, I put my hand on his tiny bottom and said, “hello baby”
I remember thinking, “he’s real!” because for 39 weeks, I’d struggled to believe the alien inside me was a real human with a face and fingers and a tiny bottom.