Mom and Ozzie pass their final checkups. We are fit to be released. As we pack our bags, we mentally prepare to abandon the safety of our room and step into the unknown. What does the world look like from the other side? How did we get here, and how do we get back home?
As the nurse pushes my wife's wheelchair to the exit, she is silently stalked by a cluster of "It's a boy!" balloons. Everyone we pass turns to look at our bundle of joy. It feels like we are being paraded in front of the big stone heads on Easter Island – no side door, no escape hatch.
Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!
We load up in record time. Throw everything in the back! Strap him in! Let's move!
And with that, we are free.
11 months ago