| Part III |
| (Christie’s View) I was angry. Howie and I were trying so hard to have another child. No signs, no pains, no nothing. I wasn’t pregnant. We were talking to Dr. Benson, the man that delivered Russell & Melody. He was suggesting that if we wanted a child we should adopt one. Howie & I went out to lunch and agreed that it was probably for the best. There was an adoption agency that was associated with the hospital that we were directed to. We looked around and saw a lonely boy over in the corner. Howie and I felt sorry for him and decided to adopt him. His name was Tony and he was a year older than Kara. The person who ran the agency said he was abandoned, and he was a bit of a troublemaker. We figured he would change as he got older. (Howie’s View) Here we were again. Christie was in the hospital bed pushing hard. She was in labor and our child was on its way. Soon I heard crying as the doctor announced that it was a girl. I smiled and held my wife’s hand. I kissed her forehead. We decided that Hannah would be the name of our beautiful new child. While Christie slept and rested, I held her. She was a beautiful baby girl. Christie awoke & I let her hold Hannah. Everything in my life was perfect. My children, my wife, my family were all perfect. With my days as a traveling performer and my body’s illness were things of the past. They were the pain of my heart. |
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