The first time I “saw” Harrison was through this picture. There’s nothing like waking up in a big open room full of other patients who were also recovering from surgeries. I was so tired, probably due to anesthesia, not sleeping in the last 24 hours, and loosing a lot of blood. My eyes were heavy and it was hard to keep them open long enough to see what was going on. I was getting platelets and something else through 2 of the 3 IVs stuck in my arms and hands. At some point, one of the nurses said, “he’s doing well, your baby is alive.” Not exactly how I intended on finding out we were having a boy, but I was so grateful he was alive. As I was being rolled into the OR, I remember asking anyone I could to please save my baby. Please, whatever you do, please save my baby! A sweet nurse got on her little walkie-talkie pager thing and worked her magic. She called my L&D nurse and asked to speak to Nathan. Nathan assured me that Harrison was okay, and that I would get to see him soon. That same nurse asked for Nathan’s phone number, sent him a text from her own phone, and had him send me this picture of our beautiful son. She let me hold onto her phone for what seemed like forever, as I studied every bit of him that I could! I could not believe I was looking at my son. He was so small, his head about the size of a baseball. Looking back, I am reminded of those first few hours I was in recovery, longing to see Nathan and Harrison. But I am forever grateful for that amazing nurse (I hate I can’t remember her name) who did all that she could to help me feel comforted while waiting to be with my family. I look at Harrison now, and find myself in awe of the miracle he is. Harrison is our greatest gift, and we are humbled that we were chosen to be his parents. Thank you, God!