Since her soldier husband wasn’t expected to return home from Kuwait for another few weeks, Cydney began typing up a text message for him with an update about their newborn twins. Meanwhile, she had no idea someone very special had just walked into the hospital room.
“Last week, we were talking about how her little sister could come at any time. She mentioned how she is so excited to be in the delivery room! In the most innocent little voice she asked, ‘Who was in there with you when you had me? Did my other dad stay for that at least?’ I’ve often wondered what Brodeigh remembers about her ‘bio’ dad. The best thing he ever did was allow me to have her.”
“The elevator going up to labor and delivery was right outside the ER door. I’d see pregnant women walking through the waiting room. It was a constant reminder of where I wanted to be. My second week at work, I happened to see my twin sister in the hall. ‘I’m going to the delivery of twin girls today!’ Later, I was assigned too. I met the mom. ‘Guess what?! I have something to tell you!’”
“I headed to the hospital. I remember being in the room, feeling blood dripping from my body. I watched my friend’s body bleed simultaneously, signs of life, as she waited to bring her baby into the world. A life leaving and a life beginning all in the same room at the same moment. I was transfixed.”
“I looked up from the bed horrified my dad was actually watching this whole thing. He could have snuck out. But he chose to stay. And I chose to let him. The power of those decisions would not be fully understood until years later. My dad died when the baby girl he witnessed come into this world was just 3 and a half years old.”
“The floodgates broke, and I sobbed uncontrollably. Was I less of a mother because of how my baby was being delivered? It was the worst thing that could have been said to me.”