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I walk over to her and the nurse cleaning her off She now has a tiny diaper on She flails her ar eyes

“You want to followto wash her hair”

I nod, at a loss for words as I stare at hter

I can’t get over how sht, she looks exactly like me

The nurse carries her over to the sink and regulates the teht and then holds the baby so that only her hair gets wet She uses a brush to coh her fine dark hair I’m amazed by how h

When her hair is clean she dries off her head and brushes her hair She slips a little blue and pink hat on her head and then swaddles her

“Okay, Daddy, are you ready to hold her?”

It hits me then, that I haven’t even held her yet I nod, unable to find the words to tell this woman yes

She smiles and hands her over

She looks up at e, since I have brown and Thea’s are hazel, but for now they’re beautiful

“She’s hungry Do you know if you’re anted to try to breastfeed?”

“She wanted to try”

The baby opens and closes hernoise

“She should be back soon, so as soon as she is we’ll try to get the baby to latch”

“Okay, thank you,” I mutter, but all my focus is on the baby