My wife was in labor for 39 hours after months of a difficult pregnancy. I love my wife more than any other human on this planet, she is my partner, my best friend, and my ezer. After watching her struggle through labor for so long, she finally gave birth to our daughter. The nurses took my daughter to the corner of the room and I felt so proud of my wife. I was also exhausted, emotionally and physically, and I was so worried about her that I just wanted to be by her side and tell her that I loved her and I was so proud of her. She looked at me and put her hand on my arm and said “I’m ok, go see our daughter.” It hadn’t even been a thought because I was just so relieved my wife was ok.
I walked across the room with the firm belief that my heart was absolutely full of love for my wife and I didn’t understand at the time how I could ever love anyone as much as I did her. I walked to the warming table and saw my little one laying on a small pad surrounded by nurses. I put my hand on the clear plastic side of the contraption she was in and she reached out with her tiny hand and grabbed the end of my index finger. Something happened. I didn’t love my wife any less, but suddenly it was like a big double door in my heart was thrown open and there was this new giant space to love more than I ever imagined possible.
The time passed, the doctors left, and the nurses left. Mom fed her and then as she passed out for a well deserved sleep, I sat in the corner with my little one in my arms. I stared at her and she looked back up for just a minute before falling asleep. I sat and held her quietly as she slept and stared out the window with a feeling that nothing would ever be the same in my life from that moment on.
My wife was in labor for 39 hours after months of a difficult pregnancy. I love my wife more than any other human on this planet, she is my partner, my best friend, and my ezer. After watching her struggle through labor for so long, she finally gave birth to our daughter. The nurses took my daughter to the corner of the room and I felt so proud of my wife. I was also exhausted, emotionally and physically, and I was so worried about her that I just wanted to be by her side and tell her that I loved her and I was so proud of her. She looked at me and put her hand on my arm and said “I’m ok, go see our daughter.” It hadn’t even been a thought because I was just so relieved my wife was ok.
I walked across the room with the firm belief that my heart was absolutely full of love for my wife and I didn’t understand at the time how I could ever love anyone as much as I did her. I walked to the warming table and saw my little one laying on a small pad surrounded by nurses. I put my hand on the clear plastic side of the contraption she was in and she reached out with her tiny hand and grabbed the end of my index finger. Something happened. I didn’t love my wife any less, but suddenly it was like a big double door in my heart was thrown open and there was this new giant space to love more than I ever imagined possible.
The time passed, the doctors left, and the nurses left. Mom fed her and then as she passed out for a well deserved sleep, I sat in the corner with my little one in my arms. I stared at her and she looked back up for just a minute before falling asleep. I sat and held her quietly as she slept and stared out the window with a feeling that nothing would ever be the same in my life from that moment on.