I was standing alone in the bathroom of the hospital room. They had just wheeled Kelly into the room for an emergency C-section. I was trying mostly unsuccessfully to put on the too small scrubs I had been given. The shoes were in tatters. My emotional state was even worse. The beautiful moment I was hoping for had been anything but. I had just witnessed the woman I love in more anguish that I was prepared to take. More discomfort than I will ever know. More agony than I had ever seen anyone.
Was this really it? Is this how it's supposed to be? Is bringing a life into the world, your own child, meant to be this painful? At that time, in that moment, I had an unprecedented amount of emotions coursing through me. What was next? How is this going to turn out? Just please let everyone be ok....
Everything I felt then was real. But sometimes it all becomes just a footnote...
20 minutes later the doctor had my son in her arms. Two seconds pass. He opens his mouth. And begins to wail. I don't think I've heard a more beautiful sound.
My hands went to my head. This was it. A moment way bigger than me. We had brought life into the world. Created a person. He was out. He was real. He was ours.
Crying. Laughing. Sniffling. Snorting. Oohing. Ahhing. In all different orders. The strain of the past 27 hours was swept away in an instant. Hardest thing ever? Maybe. Worth it? Oh sweet fancy moses...YES!
There would be family to call. Friends to notify. A long, strange, weird, beautiful story to tell. But for now it was just three people locked in a moment. Frozen in time. Just beginning the opening chapter of a story that will keep stretching into a lifetime. And feeling happiness that previously did not exist.
We have a son.
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