The storm finally ceased, but my nerves were still raging. I barely slept that night, obsessed with the monitor and my little baby's heart beat. When the morning finally came the doctor gave me Petocin (sp?). Man I hate that stuff. The contractions came harder and faster, but I still didn't dilate. They broke my water and still nothing. Finally the C-section was inevitable and they wheeled me in. I prided myself on laboring 6 hours without an epidural... I'd like to say I could have had a natural birth ;)
6:18 PM. She was perfect. My angel was born. There was nothing in the world that could have prepared me for the love I felt in that moment.
One year later (exactly)...
It's been a year and I can still remember that moment. My angel can walk now but I still picture her cradled in my arms. Blake and I dressed her in a birthday onsie and went outside at 6:18 PM. We blew out a candle and gave her a kiss. I was looking a little disheveled due to the 200 cupcakes I had been baking for the party, but who cares. My little girl is one and I can't believe it.
Happy Birthday Molly, we love you!