“And you’ve chosen your birth partner?” “Me,” Mam interjected. “I’ll be going with her when she delivers.” “No.” I rolled my eyes. “My boyfriend will be coming with me.” “Aoife.” Mam’s eyes filled with concern. “We don’t know if he’ll be back by then.” “He’ll be back,” I confirmed, turning my attention to the doctor. “Joey Lynch,” I said, pointing at my file. “You can jot that down. He’s my birth partner.”
