1 year ago at this time I was beginning the longest night of my life. Trying to catch some sleep and knowing that in a few short hours I would be going to the hospital and finally meeting my baby girl. I vividly remember the terror, yes terror, of what was about to happen. How my life would change forever. Would I be good enough? And the worry. I never thought I would worry so much again. I laid there on my couch hoping that my daughter would come out perfectly fine. That the labor would go perfectly and quickly. And that the induction wouldn't, literally, kill me (FYI- Don't do research on the drugs they use to induce you with if you want a peaceful night!). I laid there on my couch wondering if my house was clean enough for a new baby. If I remembered to pack everything. If I took my medicine. I laid there on my couch and dreamed of my beautiful daughter. I dreamed of the beautiful labor process (hindsight is 20/20). I laid there and worried some more. What if I overslept? What if the car didn't start and we were late? What if, what if, what if...And I would be lying if I said I hadn't wished for MY mommy to come over and hold me and rub my head and tell me it would all be OK.
To be continued...
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