Not much to say here but hello! How are you guys doing? If you started school, how is it?
-If I owned Victorious, I would make Cat and Robbie go baby golfing :)
This chapter is dedicated to my classmate, Nathan. I didn't get a chance to know you, but you will be missed, r.i.p :(
Seeing my baby girl for the first time was like breathing for the first time. It was like hitting my first baseball, seeing the look on my dad's face as I slid into home, dirt staining my once clean uniform. It was like my first snow day, playing in the snow with my mom and drinking hot chocolate by the fire. Like the look on my parent's faces as I brought home my first A on a quiz, hung proudly on the fridge next to my little brother's art. Jade saying yes after I asked her out- the first time. Tori saying yes when I asked her to marry me. Seeing her walk down the aisle, pink flowers in her hands, father on her arm, veil trailing behind her. My first movie role, even though it was just a walk on, owning the set with everything I had. Getting the role in my first major movie, going to the premier with the cameras flashing, fans screaming my name. Seeing my baby girl come out topped all of the best moments in my life. Just that one moment alone made me speechless.
When they told me there was something wrong with her, reality crashed down on me, hard. Similar to the time I crashed my dad's car into the garage; with the door still open. Having to get stitches and then getting grounded doesn't compare to the moment when they tell you that your little girl, your perfect little angel, isn't so perfect. At that moment, everything seemed to stop. I could see everything around me, but could only focus on my silent baby being rushed to the NICU on a cold, metal cart. Tori's sobs broke my heart in two, and I rushed over and tried to comfort her. These actions came subconsciously, and even now I don't remember it.
When things calmed down as best they could, we were told we could visit our baby. Imagine, being told when you can and can't see your own child. It was heartbreaking, and as we walked down the long, narrow hallways, they seemed to get longer. Every step seemed to take an eternity to complete, and every breath seemed to take more of a toll on me than the last. Step, step, breath, is this hallway getting longer? At last we made it to the NICU. The door was slightly ajar, and I could see about 5 other carts like the one that took my daughter away.
There was another man in the room, about as old as us. He was looking over four of the five other carts with love I'd never seen before. His eyes held the burden of heavy black sacks underneath, and he wiped a tear from his eye as he reached his hand into the incubator to hold one of his baby girl's hand. The doctor rushed over to tend to him, and I could hear him trying to convince the man that adoption would be the best for the babies. The man shook his head and replied firmly,
"No. They're the only thing I have left. The only piece of her. They're mine, I won't let them go." It was then that I realized how truly lucky I was. Even though our baby was sick, they had said that she would most likely get better. The man had lost his wife while she was in childbirth, and now had four newborn babies to take care of. Tori wheeled herself over to the man with as much strength as she could muster, and before I could ask what she was doing, she hugged the man. He cried into her shoulder, and she rubbed circles on his back, letting him cry. They stayed like that for a while, until Tori pulled away. Reaching for a piece of paper and calling me over to get her a pen, she wrote our number on the paper in scribbled handwriting. He looked down at the paper and back in her, questions hanging in the air around him. She simply closed his fist over the paper.
"If you need anything, a babysitter, or just someone to talk to, we're here. Just one phone call away." The man teared up again, and I was amazed at my wife's generosity. The doctor just nodded at us and led us toward the last cart on the right. A small figure was in the carriage. It was hooked up to so many tubes and wires that it might be hard for some to tell that it was a baby, but I knew automatically that it was our daughter. Tori stuck her hand into the incubator and stroked our baby's hand. She blinked her eyes open and for the first time I noticed that they were the color of milk chocolate. She had a tiny, button nose, opposite in comparison to her cutely bulging eyes. Her complexion was that of mocha, and the small amount of hair she had sat on top of her head in tufts of brown. Tears gathered in Tori's eyes as our baby wrapped her hand around her finger. She looked up at me, blinking through her tears, identically milk chocolate eyes shining.
"It's Evelyn, Beck." She grabs my hand with her free one, and I look down into the incubator with her.
"That's right," I say, tears forming in my eyes too. "It's our Evie. She's here."
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