I was watching part of a show in which a baby is born. It was all very fake and unrealistic, except for the baby's first loud wails. The sound of a newborn's cries pulled at my heart as it would for any 36-week pregnant woman.
But it wasn't until I felt the tears rolling down my face that I realized how very badly I want H to cry right away. Her big sister didn't and I will never, ever forget those tense minutes that seemed to last an eternity.