Memories of a maternity ward should be happy.

Crying babies.

Proud fathers.

The counting of fingers and toes.

Exhausted, but exuberant, mothers.

Except for one.

There, in the corner.

The one facing the wall.

The one without a baby.

That was me.

Memories of a maternity ward should be happy.

Susan Gale Wickes is a writer from Indiana.