In that moment, as her daughter’s head brushed her own, she felt the smallest inkling of motherly feelings. She spoke, something generic like, “Hey baby,” but the intonation was husky, bearing the weight of her dreams. Her daughter looked at her—not an unfocused glance, like all the books had said. No, the blue, almost black eyes stared into her own, as if to say I know more than they think I know. I see you and I know you’re my mother and I am deeply delighted by that reality. No one else knows me quite like you do.
Months later, after the NICU bills begin to arrive, Isabelle knows that this moment saved her in the midst of wires and shots and Lumbar punctures and blood draws and EKGs and CT-Scans. This moment told her that her daughter would survive the Group B infection that threatened to hi-jack her tiny body. This moment held her up when the nurse practitioner voiced threatening words like, “mental retardation” and “paralysis.”
She pushes the stroller with her eleven-month old daughter safely tucked inside, away from the southern sun, and tells a friend about the birth, skipping the part about the nights spent in NICU as still too real to repeat. As they walk through the bird exhibit and smile at the long-beaked toucan, Isabelle says, “In that moment, I knew Selah was a fighter. I knew she would surprise everyone.” It isn’t until she speaks the words that she realizes the significance of that moment, that one look into her daughter’s eyes could convey so much truth. Strange it had yet to occur to her, but the passage of time often opens our understanding to a depth not yet realized.
She looks down at her daughter, encased in pink and brown stripes, covered with a shadow of the miniature stroller awning, and watches her knowing eyes follow the short flight of the colorful-beaked bird. She points and squeals, kicking her strong legs and flailing her arms in the direction of the caged bird. “Look. Bir’, Bir’,” she repeats as she looks back at Isabelle. In the still blue eyes of her daughter, she knows her hope has not, is not, and will not be cut off.
THE END
*Bonus points if you can find the religious allusion in the last few words of the story. :) I'm such a teacher. :)