My in-laws spent nine months preparing for our daughter’s arrival. But when Alicia was finally born, my husband refused to send them even one photo. I thought he was just tired, until I saw a message from his mother on his phone.
The first thing my mother-in-law bought for Alicia was a fishing hat.
I was fourteen weeks pregnant, and nobody knew whether we were having a boy or girl. The hat was yellow, with fish stitched around its brim.
Patricia was already crying over the ultrasound picture.
“She’ll grow into it,” my father-in-law, Dennis, said. “I’ll teach that baby to fish someday.”
“You don’t even know she’s a she,” Neil reminded him.
“Then he can wear yellow.”
Patricia was already crying over the ultrasound picture.
After five years of marriage, Neil and I were expecting their first grandchild. His parents’ excitement seemed sweet.
When we learned we were having a daughter, Patricia bought pink curtains for her spare bedroom.
Patricia was the one who kept every ultrasound picture on her refrigerator. Dennis called every appointment a milestone and asked whether the baby could hear his voice yet. It was hard not to feel loved by all that attention.
At least, it did then.
When we learned we were having a daughter, Patricia bought pink curtains for her spare bedroom.
“Just in case she stays over,” she explained.
By Christmas, the room held a crib, changing table, children’s books, and more baby clothes than our apartment.
“She’s not even born yet.”
“Preparation never hurts.”
By Christmas, the room held a crib, changing table, children’s books, and more baby clothes than our apartment.
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