Blake
“Blake, can you ask one of the nurses for a cup of crushed ice?” The epidural had kicked in, and Sydney was feeling better. Thank f**k.
“Sure. Let me see if I can find someone.” I grabbed the pink pitcher that contained the dregs of what had been ice a couple hours earlier.
I thought my sister was nuts for trying to push a baby out of her body without the benefit of modern medicine, and I’d shared my opinions, but she was determined to do it her way.
Even if I didn’t understand it, I had to respect it. What I didn’t know about women and childbirth could fill an encyclopedia.
Sydney had reminded me of that fact plenty of times, and yet she still chose me to be by her side while she gave birth. There was no future dad in the picture—she’d used a sperm donor and confidently laid ou
