Through the glass of the intensive care unit, a mother sat patiently awaiting the first meeting with her newly born, baby girl. The baby laid sleeping in a small incubator, covered in tubes and gadgets used to help keep her alive.
Although the baby, who was born just seventeen hours before, was napping, the nurse wasted no time pulling her from the warm glass box she now called home. Unhappy and alarmed by the coldness of the air outside of her new home, the baby let out a shrill, gripping shriek. She screamed and cried out in dismay toward the nurse. She wanted back in the warm box she'd become accustomed to since leaving the comfort of her mothers womb.
The nurse attempted to soothe the baby, but eventually plopped the infant right into her mother's arms. The new mom stared at her precious girl while tears streamed down her face. She smiled. The baby continued to cry, still startled from her abrupt awakening. Mom leaned closer and whispered hello to her new baby. Almost instantly the tantrum stopped. The room went silent. The baby looked up at her mother, feeling more comfortable than she had since leaving the womb. The voice of her mother, the only thing unchanged since her birth, soothing any troubles the baby girl might have. She stared up at her mother, and her mother at her.
They sat that way for what seemed like hours, studying each others faces. The mother matching feet to kicks she had felt earlier that week, and hiccups to the young baby that had grown inside her tummy. The baby matching the comforting voice and heartbeat to her mother's loving embrace.
And just like that, their first of many visits, had ended.