The thoughts are overwhelming. I've never been this happy in my life, and I've only seen him for a split second. Lifting my head, I look around trying to catch another glimpse. Apparently, I'm not as subtle as I think I am.
"Would you like to see your son? You can go over there."
Nodding, I stand up and follow the person over to a small table where my son is lying down, clearly unhappy by being poked and prodded. I don't blame him. I wouldn't like if all my glory was on display in front of these strangers either.
"Can I… can I touch him?" I ask tentatively, not sure what I'm allowed to do right now.
"Absolutely," the person says. "And talk to him. Babies like familiar voices."
Slowly, I get closer, still in awe that I'm looking at my son. My son. It feels like I'm walking through a dr
