Delilah
Waking up in the hospital after my c-section was a bit scary. If Seth wasn’t holding my son I’d be terrified. But there he was trying to get him to latch onto the tiny bottle of formula.
“Hey you,” I croak out.
“You’re awake,” he says with tears pricking his eyes.
“How long was I out this time?” I ask.
“About ten hours,” Seth says. “Can you try to get him to eat? He doesn’t like this stuff.”
“Sure,” I say, holding my arms out for my son.
I undo my gown and he latches to my breast right away suckling hungrily.
“Thank f**k,” Seth says.
There is a knock on the door and the doctor comes in.
“Hey there. Nice to see you up. And this little man is eating,” she says smiling.
“No offense Doc but this s**t didn’t work,” he says motioning to the formula.
“Or he just wanted his mam
