Today was our second to last birth class, but one of the couples wasn't there.
Sure enough, halfway through the class, an exhausted and happy father came down from labor and delivery to see us. "We have an early graduate," the instructor happily announced.
The new father stood in front of the room, a little unsure of himself but grinning wildly. "He was five pounds, six ounces," he said, "and she did so great. She was just wonderful, so good, just so good. And he's so beautiful, and oh, she was fantastic."
The instructor beamed. "Wasn't that an amazing experience?"
He started to answer, but stopped, completely choked up. "Yeah," he whispered, tears falling, "yeah."
Sympathetic sniffles echoed around the room.
"Yes," he finally said, trying to compose himself, "it is amazing."
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4 comments:
Ohhhhhhhhh..... Why do I always get teary-eyed at this stuff? I'm so excited for you!!!! Good Luck!
I have had an "interesting" (a class mate's term) and exciting life. I've been lots of places, I've met lots of interesting people, I've done lots of things. Nothing in my life -- and I truly mean NOTHING -- compares to the births of my three children. I echo the previous comment!
It made me cry too. :)
oooh. what a great story
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