I finally got to see LuLu the day after she was born. The nurse helped me wheel my IV into the nursery. I had to hold her elbow, and I had a hard time standing. Because of the medication, I could barely open more than one eye at a time. I hardly recognized the little person in my arms. I remembered a perfect pink lady with a flapper's brilliantined waves covering her head (who was doing her hair in my womb?) and a rosebud mouth. She now had a nose feeding tube glued to one cheek. She had a tangle of wires and the most disurbing-- a giant IV in one hand that covered her whole fore arm with tape. I couldn't even see her fingers. Her foot was covered with tape to hold a lighted red LED. I could watch her heart beating, her respiration, and her oxygen saturation on the monitor. The nurse put her in my arms. She was so tiny. She just slept. I was sleepy too. One of the nurses caught me nodding off and suggested I go back to my room. They had to call for help to get me back.