I got to
the hospital a little after 9:30 with my mom and my husband. I'd been having
contractions for over an hour, 5 minutes apart. I was calm and in control, and ready to finally be done with being 60 lbs overweight. I was sick of heartburn,
elephant ankles, waddling, and peeing every 70 minutes. My labor progressed nicely at first with no intervention. My water broke on its own, letting loose more fluid than I thought my body could possibly contain. The contractions got way worse, and I got an
epidural. Another 5 hours pass, with two nurses, one good, one bad. My mom and my husband told me what a great job I was doing.
I wouldn't let them take my glasses away. Finally, the doctor arrived, and the baby started on its way into the world. Numb to everything, I pushed until I felt something inside me would break.
My mom exclaimed, almost crying, "It's a girl!"
Teary eyed and exhausted, for an instant, I gazed at my husband, so happy. And then the doctor introduced me to my son.
And there was never a more
perfect baby.