Waiting for Deliverance
I’ll never forget walking back into the delivery room after Lindsey received her epidural. My son was on the way. I was proud and excited and anxious but I was not at all prepared for the sights and sounds of the delivery room.
I remember the doctor asking if I wanted to help and for the first thirty minutes or more, I opted to stand at the head of the hospital bed, offering encouragement and letting my wife nearly squeeze my hand numb.
Waiting for a baby may be the worst wait of all.
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