Ten times I have gone into the hospital to deliver a baby, and every time I have two events I anticipate more than anything else. The first, of course, is the moment the baby makes her appearance and Captain Fun and I simultaneously laugh and cry at the wonder of it all. No matter how many times we go through it, the experience still leaves us in awe. And while I love ordering my food and receiving it on that wonderful tray that hangs right over my bed, and I certainly relish the 48 hours where I can hold, feed, and stare at the baby in isolation and silence, another event trumps these: The moment when my other kids come to the hospital to meet their new sibling for the first time. |






