“My eyes found hers, the woman who birthed our son and loved him since his beginnings, and the tears in each of our eyes began to well. I smiled as my heart rate picked up speed; my feet found themselves and walked my body towards her, holding her son all bundled up in hospital blankets.”
Before she met her son’s birth mom, Natalie was so nervous she threw up. She wondered how in the world you greeted someone who was about to entrust you with their child. But their meeting was a beautiful thing, one that turned hospital room into a sacred place.