On the screen, our baby moved.
I laughed through my tears.
After everything we had lost, there was finally something we could look forward to.
And then we learned something else.
It was a boy.
We decided to name him Liam.
Page 4 — The Child Everyone Had an Opinion About
Once people discovered I was pregnant, everyone had something to say.
Some people called it a miracle.
Others called it irresponsible.
A few couldn’t hide their judgment.
One woman at the grocery store looked at my stomach and then at my face.
“How old are you?”
I smiled politely.
“Sixty-one.”
Her eyes widened.
“You’re serious?”
I laughed.
“Very.”
Another person told me I should be enjoying retirement instead of raising a baby.
I didn’t argue.
People who hadn’t experienced our loss couldn’t understand why Liam already meant so much to us.
He wasn’t replacing Emily.
He wasn’t erasing our grief.
He was simply bringing something new into a house that had known too much silence.
