This one had to sit for a while, Everett just hit six months yesterday, so now is probably a good time to hit “publish.”
March 19, 2010. 11:35am.
Three minutes ago, I was two inches from Molly’s face screaming, “Push! This is it!” Now I’m weeping, sobbing uncontrollable tears of joy. It’s a boy: red, squalling, perfect. The moment is enormous. So much waiting, so much anticipation. Time collapses. History, evolution, millennia all leading to this single moment. He’s already on her chest, being toweled off. Relief, I continue sobbing. Pangs of grief well up; my own dad has been gone two years now. He’d have been so happy, so proud. I can see his face in my mind’s eye even as I see traces of my own in this new little one’s gaze. I’ve never wept like this. Life continues.