pounds, eight ounces.
She had dark hair, tiny fingers, and a surprisingly loud cry.
When Nick held her for the first time, tears rolled down his cheeks.
I cried too.
But I knew that one emotional moment couldn’t erase everything that had happened in October.
A baby could bring us joy.
She couldn’t repair our marriage for us.
When visiting hours began, Nick asked whom I wanted to see.
“Your parents,” I said. “And ask Elaine to bring that little outfit with the elephant.”
Elaine arrived carrying the cream-colored baby
