Mrs. Kennedy was largely confined to the bed in her [hospital] room [after John’s birth], and spent most of her time poring over reference materials about the White House. Frequently she would ask for me to come in to the room because she had some questions… I’d go into her room and she’d be sitting in bed, propped up with pillows. Dressed in her bedclothes, with no makeup on, she looked younger and more fragile than she had prior to John’s birth, and I could tell she was physically drained. Still, her thick eyebrows and eyelashes framed her big brown eyes against the pallor of her skin, and even in the drab hospital room, she exuded a natural, timeless beauty. With me, she had no need to impress. She had already become accustomed to my constant presence and realized I would see her at her best and her worst.