A year ago at this exact moment I realized I was in labor. I was 38 weeks & 2 days pregnant. There was no indication the night before that led me to believe you would be on your way the next morning. I didn’t feel any different or do anything different. You just decided it was your time to come. This makes so much sense to me now. Because I know your personality and I know for a fact you’re decisive.
I sat on the couch, eating my cereal, watching your big brother play.
I was unusually calm while timing contractions with my iphone.
I tried to doubt the signs. But I knew from the very first contraction I had that morning that I would meet you soon.
Contractions came every four to five minutes. A dull ache that grew in intensity and then subsided, just like a wave.
I was nervous, of course. But ready. And excited. And hopeful.
The world knew you only as “Baby B” up to this point. Daddy and I knew what the “B” stood for all along. At least, we knew your name. And had seen black and white photos of you nestled inside my womb. To think we knew and loved you then. The belly stops growing eventually. But the love never does.
Of course, now we know there was so much more to you than just your name.
Last year at this time, I had no idea what I was in for with your labor.
I would be in labor for 22 hours. The beginning was honestly not that painful.
The middle and end were beyond anything I would have ever thought one could live through.
Then there was a break in the torture.
They told me to open my eyes . . . so I did.
And you were born.
Tomorrow is your first birthday. I can hardly believe I just typed that.
You’ve come a long way, baby. I’m so glad your journey is with us.
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