August 17th

I can remember every detail of the day my daughter was born. I remember what I was doing when my labor began, what was on TV, and what I ate that night. It started about 6:30pm on a Monday night and I did not go to the hospital till about 6am the next morning.  My labor was pretty normal. I had no special "plan" or expectations. I just wanted a healthy baby and for all to go well. She arrived at 5:24pm and was healthy but breathing quickly. They took her away for tests and observations quickly and that rattled me a bit. I did not get to see her for hours after I gave birth, but it felt like a life time. I remember the nurse telling me that I could not walk down to the nursery till I went to the bathroom at least twice, so I immediately started chugging water and the second I had gone I shuffled my way down the long hallway to see my daughter.She was getting a little newborn bath (which she was not happy about) and that was the first time I really got to SEE her. She also developed jaundice and did not get to come home right away. I was devastated and terrified; even though this is a fairly common issue. She is now a healthy, smart, and vibrant three year old. I love reminiscing about that day and hope soon that my husband and I will have a second!