Alyssa

Mason gently clamps the cord, waiting a full thirty seconds until it turns thin and white—just like we originally planned.

"Go ahead," he tells Niko, nodding toward the scissors.

With trembling hands, Niko cuts it.

There's not a dry eye in the room as they wrap her in a soft towel, her tiny arms flailing, her cries full of life.

“Aww,” Ashey coos behind the camera.

"She's so beautiful," Chelsea breathes.

"You did so good, Aly," Nina ...