When Elena and I found out we were going to have a baby, we were so happy. Having a child was always our dream, and the thought of having our new baby in our arms made us feel great. However, I was not ready for the treat that we were in for when our daughter finally came.
When I looked at our baby girl, I was amazed by how smooth her skin was, how bright her hair was, and how blue her eyes were. She was pretty, but neither of us recognized her. There were a lot of questions going through my mind, and I couldn’t get rid of the uneasy feeling. What kind of child is this? When I asked Elena, “Are you sure she’s mine?” my voice was tense with doubt.
She held our baby tight, as if to protect her from my worries, as Elena’s eyes filled with tears. She told me, “Of course, she’s ours,” but her voice was shaking. “I promise you, she’s yours.” But I couldn’t get rid of my doubts, and the way my family reacted only made them worse.
The stress in our home grew as the days went by. Elena suggested that we do a DNA test to put an end to the rumors, and I agreed, even though I felt bad that I didn’t believe her. The test results proved what Elena had been saying all along: our daughter was really ours.
I felt a lot of different things as the truth hit me: relief, shame, and sorrow. It occurred to me that my worries had hurt Elena and caused a split in my family. I knew our love for each other was greater than any doubt or charge when I looked at my wife and child.
I promised myself that I would love and accept our funny family, flaws and all. The birth of our daughter put our relationship to the test, but it also showed me that our small family was wonderful in its own way. Before Elena and I became parents, I knew that our love, trust, and loyalty to each other would help us get through the good and bad times.
