9/11/2003 11:56:26 PM|||Amy|||My daughter was born the evening before the events of 9/11. All children are special, but the timing encouraged us to think more about how extraordinary a newborn life is, how much hope exists in that tiny little person. J writes about how she started her gig as a newborn baby photographer that day and the new mothers were all more focused on the news than their new babies. I wasn't - or rather, I didn't want to be. I wanted to turn off the tv, or put it on a channel which wouldn't show the footage. So, when my husband finally left the hospital, I tried to change the channel to anything else but I couldn't. Over and over again I was drawn to the horror. I called my friends and co-workers in Manhattan to make sure they were okay. It was a miracle that I actually got through. I didn't even mention the miracle of my baby. It seemed awkward, out of place to do so. I thought then that in time I would become selfishly angry that my child's birthday would forever be followed by a great day of mourning. It's been two years now, and the anger never surfaced. Instead, my daughter and that day have shown me how important it is to not take anything for granted. |||106334258685049742|||9/11