[Nicole]
I could not hold it in anymore, the tears. Joyful tears I guess. Tears of profound gratitude. This was too much!
Day after day I had wished, hoped, and prayed for a healthy child. I never saw healthy triplets coming, nor did Leonard, I'm sure.
Dr Albert was busy dressing my stomach. I could see it from the screen. At intervals he would look at me with a cheerful smile plastered on his face. I was relieved that he didn't ask about the tears or asked me to stop. I needed to cry this out. Crying, as I had observed during the course of my pregnancy, helped me feel better.
Dr Albert was done dressing the area, and was busy stitching it now and the tears still flowed freely. I had allowed my mind to roam, and that had caused me more happy tears.
