But this time, everything went right. Labor started early yesterday. Desmond never left my side, not once, through hours of exhausting contractions.
Just after midnight, our daughter finally arrived. Her first cry was the greatest relief I have ever felt in my life.
The nurse smiled as she checked her over. “Perfectly healthy baby girl.”
Then she wrapped her gently in a blanket, one shoulder left uncovered, and carried her to Desmond.
His eyes filled with tears as he held his daughter for the first time.
I lay back against the pillows, waiting for that perfect moment between them.
