Welcome Kaeden Greyson

Just outside the delivery ward, along the corridor, is a long wooden bench. Well more of a shelf really in that it has no shape to it. Just long flat and hard. That's where families wait. Wait and speculate.
Around the corner, down the hall, and around another corner you can find another waiting area. One with chairs and even a small sofa, but at 2am it seems awfully distant. And while it is clearly a better place for waiting, it certainly isn't the best place for speculating.
Whereas while seated on the bench you are privy to a constant trickle of activity. Nurses, or could they be doctors, come and go, carrying bundles, pushing stretchers, fetching mirrors. What's in the bundle, why is someone being moved, who is the mirror for? Then a cry.
Families hover listening, friends fret wondering and finally news is carried from father to friend to grandparent to other waiting families.
Twice we heard the sound we were all waiting to hear and both times we watched as news trickled out and down to us. Twice we were the other waiting family and twice we were left to wonder.
Then, at 4:32am our wonders ceased as the real wonder arrived. Little Kaeden weighing 7 pounds 12 ounces, who wasn't so sure he wanted to come out of the womb, finally did so in a rush. If he cried, we hadn't heard it.
His father came out to give us the news and like paparazzi we poured into the room cameras flashing and video rolling. And, to be honest, quiet little Kaeden didn't seem to mind.