Sister's Baby Shower, Mom Said "She's Too Broken To Have Kids"—Then My Nanny Brought In Triplets
Sister's Baby Shower, Mom Said "She's Too Broken To Have Kids"—Then My Nanny Brought In Triplets
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The Garden Room at the Fairmont was drowning in pink. Pink balloons, pink streamers, pink roses on every table, and a massive pink cake shaped like a baby carriage. My sister Natalie's baby shower was exactly what she'd always wanted—elegant, expensive, and entirely focused on her.
I sat at a table near the back, watching thirty women coo over tiny onesies and debate the merits of various stroller brands. Natalie glowed in the center of it all, her hand constantly drifting to her pregnant belly, her smile wide and satisfied.
"Isn't this wonderful?" my aunt Susan said, settling into the chair beside me. "A baby girl for Natalie. Your mother must be over the moon."
"She's very excited."
"And what about you, Katherine? When are you going to give your mother grandchildren?"