This is the door that haunted me two nights ago. The Queen and I rushed on over to the hospital thinking it was time for us to meet our prince.
We got nervous and we panicked. Everything seemed like a blur, before we knew it she was wearing a hospital gown and I was lying on the unbelievably uncomfy couch in front of the delivery room.
I waited anxiously for word on my wife's condition. An hour passed - nothing. Two hours passed - nothing. My back was beginning to hurt and that says a lot considering I'm only in my twenties (either that or I'm not as healthy as I think I am)
Then, after two and a half hours of not knowing anything, the door opened. Time stopped.
"Did she give birth?" I asked
"No" the nurse answered
"Oh, where is she then?"
"Getting dressed, you can go home now"
It was hard to hear those words. I wanted to go home, but I wanted to go home with a family.