She was healthy.
Caleb was telling terrible jokes.
After ten years of being scared to hope for anything, I finally let myself believe we had made it through.
Caleb returned to my bedside while our daughter was taken to the nearby newborn assessment area to finish her routine examinations.
I shut my eyes for what seemed like ten seconds.
“Like yours?”
“Hopefully not. I was bald by thirty.”
I smiled at him.
“You still have hair.”
“Barely.”
I shut my eyes for what seemed like ten seconds.
My heart suddenly jumped.
Apparently, almost fifteen minutes had actually passed.
When I opened my eyes again, a nurse I didn’t recognize was walking in with a bundled infant in her arms.
“There she is,” she said.
My heart suddenly jumped.
Caleb immediately got to his feet.
His expression softened in a way I had never witnessed before.
The nurse smiled at him.
“Want to hold your daughter?”
His expression softened in a way I had never witnessed before.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I do.”
She gently settled the baby into his arms.
As Caleb repositioned her, the blanket loosened and exposed the top of one shoulder.
For one perfect second, he was smiling.
I watched as he gazed down at her.
For one perfect second, he was smiling.
Then his smile disappeared.
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