Mild contractions
Broken water
Hours of relentless back labor
An epidural
A high fever
A decision
An operating room
A Skype phone call
Full-body shaking
A single cry... Then a few more.
(and tears from your daddy)
...and, then, your face next to mine.
It was a face I'd been dreaming of for over three years. Your cry: a sound that instantly bonded you to me, and told me you were ours...forever.
Your journey- in every sense of the word- was nothing short of dramatic. Your calm, content nature, dark hair, chunky self, and mama-like features were all icing on top our new little cupcake.
You were 9.8 pounds and 21.5 inches. And we're in love with all that you encompass.
Mila Scout- you are our favorite work of art.
1 comment:
Oh, I want to cry; I'm that happy for you.
And I love, love, love the name. Congratulations!!
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