Two years ago today...

I opened my eyes and saw a bright pink light. "What is that?" I thought, unwitting that I had said it aloud....
A voice, "What do you see, hon?"
Who's voice was this? Do I know this voice? "Who are you?" I asked. "Is the pink the curtain? or the sky?"
The voice answered, "The curtain is pink, but I pulled it back, the pink light is dawn. It is Saturday morning. My name is Jose. Are you thirsty?"
Saturday. I had made it to Saturday. I had lived through it. "Jose, can I see the sky?"
"Let me adjust your table, I can't sit you up, but I can angle you. Do you want some jello?" Jose asked.
"No, jello thank you, just sky. Can I have my glasses?" I felt my wedding band on my finger. It hadn't been a dream. Jason had been there. He had seen me. Did I remember seeing him? or dream it. "He fainted, didn't he?"
Jose pushed my glasses onto my nose. The window came into view, and the blazing pink rushed into focus. I was alive. It was Saturday, July 29, 2006 and I was alive. "My babies???"
Jose answered, "about two hours ago, we did a quick heart beat monitor. They were fine, two strong heartbeats. By 8 am, there will be a team here with an ultrasound, you'll see them today. The anesthesiologist was sure they were fine. You were monitored very closely. You had a rough night. You're husband and mom were here, your husband was a little scared, your mom took him home. Are you in pain?"
I never saw Jose, he was silhouetted in the pink light. Jason had kissed me, he had put my band back on my finger, than he said 'i am gonna faint.' and the nurse got him a chair just in time. I hadn't dreamed it. "No, no pain, not like before anyway. I have my babies, I have my life. We will be okay."
Jose showed me how to use the PCA, and I did use it, but I saw the dawn, literally, the new day for us. My husband came in, as I was being transferred to a room. He was there for the ultrasound. We cried together. The babies were kicking and squirming as before.