My Husband Went Still Over Our Newborn and Asked, “Why Didn’t You Tell Me?” — Then His Mother Walked In
But holding Fiona in that morning light, I felt the waiting transform, retroactively, into something else.
It had not been meaningless.
It had been the price of this, and this was worth any price.
Every disappointment had been a step on the road to the specific child in my arms, this exact daughter, who would not have existed if any of the earlier hopes had been fulfilled instead.
The grief had not been the opposite of this joy.
It had been the thing that made this joy possible, and that made it this deep.
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