My Husband Came Home to an Empty Nursery

him from the hospital bassinet. My son. My tiny red angry potato boy, with his little fist pressed to his cheek like he was annoyed at all of us.

He was fine.

Hungry, scared, but fine.

I started crying and hated myself for it because crying made the blood pressure monitor yell.

Marlene put him against my chest with help from Hector and another nurse named continue reading …