You were born on Friday the 13th around 3 in the morning.
Labor was excruciating, mostly because the contractions kept coming so close together, but it was thankfully short. Just 3 and a half hours from active labor to popping you out! 30 minutes of pushing and you slipped out like a perfect, gooey, mucousy jelly fish (with poop on your heels!).
The doctor immediately cleared your airways and put you on my chest. I was in shock. This was inside of me?! And of course, I was in love.
As much as I never want to leave you, one day I'm going to "lose" my baby. You grow and change so much the first year, I want to take at least one picture of you a day--it's all I can do to "keep" you with me.
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