As I held him in my arms while my insides were sewn back into place on the operating table, my son opened his little beady eyes one at a time.
At last, we met face to face on a rare snowy day last April. Nine months of gestation (well, a little over nine… stubborn dude was a bit too cozy in there), seventeen hours of excruciating induced labor, two epidural attempts, and one emergency c-section later, Atlas made it out.