I am overwhelmed.
I’m finding it hard to breathe.
Everywhere I look, plastered floor to ceiling are beautiful cards.
Tiny Prints, Minted, Shutterfly.
Matte, glossy, squares, rectangles, flat and folded.
Brand new fresh faces.
Blank stares.
Scrawny bodies.
Sleeping angels.
Loving welcome messages.
Kind letters of gratitude to the skilled doctor.
I feel space around me closing in.
Dates.
Weights.
Lengths.
First, middle and last names.
Beaming new parents smile back at me.
There are also photos of the good doctor with the new bundles of joy.
I’m fighting tears now.
I read biblical verses like: “Every good and perfect gift is a gift from above.” James 1:17 on more than one card.
Dreams do come true.
Believe!
The prince has arrived.
It’s a boy!
It’s a girl!
Twins!
Meet the newest member of our family!
We’ve been blessed.
Our wish came true.
Our prayers have been answered.
I can’t bear it.
I stand up and calmly walk toward the door.
I’ll reschedule for another time when I’m not feeling so weak.
And then, my name is called.
As I am ushered to a room, I pass the receptionist’s desk and I grab a business card.
I am hopeful.
