bruna is in pain. apparently lots of it. she starts waking up, the anesthetics pull their gracefull curtain back. with the utmost care the midwife and i maneuver her in her bed along the corridor. she feels every crooked atom in the floor. infusion, pain medication, seconds stretching to hours. finally it kicks in. fourty million times i whisper in her ear, that everything is good, that i saw them each, that they are OK, that she done good, that the pain will vanish instantly, that i love her. my lioness. fought. rests now.

suddenly somebody next to me, asking for the names and spelling. good thing we wrote everything down: benjamin, victoria and collin. in the order received. our three-headed dragon has a name!