I was recently going through some pictures of Hadassah’s birth, and I always noticed how supportive Kenny was throughout the whole day. When I was in labor, he massaged my back, communicated with family, questioned the nurse, and checked on me every few minutes. He made sure that I was fed and pampered.
When Hadassah was born, he cried and stroked his little girl until she went to Heaven, and he held her for hours afterward at the hospital, tears glistening on his cheeks. I have never seen him cry so much.