she stares at me from the other side of the window with sleepy eyes and mews like a kitten. a nose wrinkles and a frown briefly creases her forehead before an eager tongue slips out to check on the availability of milk.
she hiccups once again and tries to move her arms that are tightly wrapped against the sides of her little body. no luck. i watch her for hours, looking for parts of me in her, parts of my wife, parts of the family that came before her and us... that genetic code that says "your eyes will be brown" or "your nose will be pointy" and "your ears will be lobed" and so on.
the curtain closes on this display of babies, for she's not alone on the other side. a patrolling nurse monitors each baby. my Chloe our Chloe is well-taken care of. i can't wait for friday to come. we can take her home then. but no matter when we go she's always got a home in my heart - her father's heart!