Laura
For a brief moment, I can’t hear anything. I see people around me, but it’s as if I’m suspended in a bubble. Then I hear a tiny cry.
“Oh my god,” I cry. Actual tears fill my eyes—my son is here.
Stephen bends down to rest his head on top of mine. I feel him shaking; he, too, is overwhelmed with emotion.
“Ten fingers, ten toes. He looks like a healthy boy, Mommy,” a nurse says to me.
“Okay,” I reply, panting.
“Our son, Laura,” Stephen tells me. I think he is in shock that our son is actually here.
“Our son,” I sniffle.
“Want to cut the cord, Daddy?” a nurse asks Stephen.
“Uh, yeah,” he stutters.
Stephen is never at a loss for words. I have never seen him like this. It’s amazing how this little boy has managed to turn his father into a quivering mess, and our son isn’t even t
