I’ve been here before and I always swear, ‘Never Again!’
It’s over and for a few seconds, which always feels longer, I hear nothing.
Then the sound I’ve been waiting for… That first cry, followed by:
“Congratulations, it’s a boy!”
The relief washes over me, as I look to my husband.
The obvious pride flowing from him as our new baby is placed in my arms, and his soulful eyes lock with mine.
“Do you have a name?” Someone asks.
It’s at that moment I know I’ll be here again.
“Yes,” I nod, “his names Virgil… Virgil Tracy.”