Life goes on around me. The people in pastels scurry past, giving me reassuring nods on their way.
I distract myself by flipping through a magazine, but it’s all just white noise. I fidget.
Each time the doors open, my spirit soars in anticipation – only to crash and burn, yet again, as a stranger walks through. What’s taking so long?
Seconds become minutes; the world continues turning, forgetting me in limbo.
The doors open anew, and our midwife walks through. She places a bundle in my arms.
My child looks up at me, and everything changes.