I looked at Dorian and said, “If you walk out of this hospital because your presentation matters more than your daughter, don’t expect me to pretend tomorrow that nothing happened.” Rosalind immediately called me dramatic. Dorian hesitated for maybe five seconds, put on his coat, and followed his mother through the automatic doors anyway. I watched them leave, then turned back toward our crying baby and told the nurse I would be the only parent staying with her.
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