Throughout the entire ordeal, I was stoic. No misty eyes, no quivering lips, nothing. I was a block of angry marble...
As we were getting ready to leave the hospital, one of the nurses who'd been working with us came in with a certificate of birth. It wasn't one of the typical state-issued birth certificates (those may be issued only for live births), but it had all the necessary information on it. As she sat it down on the roll-away table, I could see them there on the paper: two tiny footprints.
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