The Birth Story
On motherhood: Tears soaked my face and your dad’s shirt, blood soaked the bed, but still no baby.
July Fourteenth. Midnight.
“My water just broke,” I said to your dad.
I had just laid down in bed when the warm liquid poured out of me.
I remember feeling so happy and so calm.
36 weeks and 5 days pregnant.
You were early, but I wasn’t scared.
I was ready.
The hospital bag wasn’t packed, the bassinet wasn’t set up, I hadn’t picked out your going home outfit, …