Pushing open the doors to the nursery, we saw one little dark-haired baby bundled up tightly, frowning against the bright lights of the world, and we knew he belonged to us. Over the course of the next two days, we sat in a family visiting room and gazed at this infant boy wondering who he was, and how the stars all lined up correctly to make him so suddenly ours.
When the day arrived for us to take our little Dieguito home, hospital policy required him to ride down to the car in a wheelchair. He couldn't exactly ride in the chair by himself, so I got to sit in it to hold him.
As we rode, Giancarlo, Amelia and I chuckled at the surprised looks we got from other hospital patrons, and I marveled at the maturity and selflessness on one young woman's behalf that put me in that wheelchair with that amazing new tiny person.