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, …