I never imagined a phone call after two in the morning would end with me holding a newborn baby in a hospital hallway and questioning everything I believed about my life. My husband, Michael, had departed hours prior, insisting a coworker’s daughter was in crisis. Now, his voice carried panic as he urged me to rush to the hospital right away.
Upon arriving, I discovered him standing outside the maternity ward cradling a newborn girl. He explained that the facility had reached out because an infant desperately required emergency foster care. Several months back, we had submitted applications to become emergency foster parents. He gently transferred the infant into my arms and told me her name was Lucy. Tears filled my eyes, convinced we were merely embarking on an unexpected new chapter.
