They let us take the baby home. We walked right past the nurses' station and down the long corridor to the elevators, the lights glaring off the waxy floor. No one asked us if we had a Parenting License or the proper qualifications. Everyone politely pretended not to notice that we didn't have the slightest idea what we were doing. They just smiled and nodded and wished us well, cooing at the over-bundled treasure getting loaded unsuspectingly into our shiny new carseat.
We pulled away from the hospital, breathless with equal parts joy and terror. Feeling like a couple of paupers walking off with the crown jewels.
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