This overwhelming feeling rips through me, and all I can do is sob. “My baby,” I say over and over.
“It’s a boy,” the doctor finally says, and I look at Ralph, who is crying beside me.
“Our baby,” I say, kisssing our son’s head. The nurse rubs the baby’s back and then takes him from me, and I look at Ralph. “Go to the baby.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not leaving you until the doctor tells me you’re okay.”
“She’s fine,” the doctor says. “Perfectly fine.” Our son’s crying now fills the room, and I start to panic.
“Why is he crying?” I ask the nurse who is weighing him and putting a diaper on him. “Is he okay?”
“He’s perfect.” She comes over with the baby. “Nine pounds, five ounces. Time for skin to skin, Mommy.”
I lower my hospital gown and place my baby on me. “Hi,” I say and feel Ralph sit on the bed beside me, his arm around us. “I’m your mommy, and this is Daddy,” I say, and all he can do is look at us. Blinking and looking around, his mouth opening and closing. “We have a son.”
“We have a son,” Ralph says. I put my head back exhausted. “You are so brave.”
I look over at him. “Is it too soon to tell you I want another one?” I smile at him, and he just shakes his head.
“I’ll give you however many you want.” He bends and kisses me and then kisses our son. “Whatever you want.” My husband has given me my white picket fence, he’s given me a daughter, and now he’s given me a son.
He’s made all of my dreams come true, and it all started with only one kiss.