When Hope Arrived, Everything Changed

Hours crawled by.

No updates.

No calls.

At nearly four in the morning, my phone finally rang.

For one horrifying second, my stomach dropped before I answered.

Then I heard Miguel crying.

Not sad crying.

Relieved crying.

“It’s a boy,” he said. “They’re okay.”

I didn’t realize how tightly I’d been holding my breath until then.

They named him Mateo.

When I first continue reading …