My MIL had been holding my newborn for less than a minute when she called her by the wrong name. By the time my husband entered the room and told his mom to leave, I knew I was the only person who didn’t understand what was really happening.
I had imagined the moment my husband first held our daughter a hundred times.
But by the time she was born, Daniel still wasn’t there.
He’d called to say he was on his way.
That was hours ago.
So when the hospital door finally opened, I thought, Finally.
But it wasn’t my husband.
It was his mother.
“Where’s Daniel?” Margaret asked.
“I wish I knew.”
Her expression changed for just a second.
Then she came over to the bed and looked at the tiny bundle beside me.
“Oh, look at her.”
I was exhausted, sore, and angry enough that I didn’t trust myself to say much.
Daniel had known I was in labor.
He’d promised he was coming.
Every time my phone buzzed, I’d expected an explanation.
Instead, Margaret was standing beside me.
When the nurse brought my daughter over, Margaret immediately held out her arms.
“Can I?”
I was too tired to argue.
So my mother-in-law became the first person in Daniel’s family to hold our baby.
She stared down at her granddaughter with tears in her eyes.
“Hello, little Grace.”
I frowned.
“Grace?”
Margaret smiled.
“It suits her, don’t you think?”
“We haven’t chosen a name yet.”
“I know. It’s only a suggestion.”
Something about the way she said it bothered me.
Before I could ask what she meant, the door flew open.
Daniel.
Relief hit me first.
Then anger.
“Where the hell have you been?”
But he wasn’t looking at me.
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