Slice of Life: Mrs. Overman #2

Where in the world was I? Where's my baby? These thoughts raced through my mind, despite how cloudy it was. I kept hearing my mom say, "Please, can someone let her hold him? Will she get to hold him?" Then she would turn to me and say, "Don't worry, they're going to let you hold him before they take him away." Soon Ian was wheeled into my recovery room in a more-than-frightening looking medical box. All I could think was, "Thank God I can't talk. If he heard my voice and recognized it, I couldn't get through this."