It's agony; muscles and bones churning, writhing, contorting. And then, suddenly, he's handed to you. Small and whimpering, curling away from the unexpected cold, laid on your chest. You look at him and you know him; your heart leaps. You recognize him as yours. You wrap him up in your arms and hot tears burn in your eyes and the moment is suspended; like flowers blooming ultra fast while the background stays the same, set to the sound of a projector whirring. You break your gaze to turn to your husband, to let him in too, and time starts again. Quickly, catching up for all it missed, some kind of technicolor blur. You keep it in your heart like a locket; the silence, the stillness, the rush, the feeling that this is how it was always meant to be.