Monday, May 24, 2010
The night before Davy was born, I was really scared. We knew there was a chance she could not make it and I dwelled on that thought most of my pregnancy. But the actual day of her birth I was really calm, right up until the moment that I had to push. That was when the thought hit home, she really could not make it. I looked around the room at the 10 plus doctors and freaked out inside. The only thing that calmed me was to hear that beautiful cry that came belting out of her lungs. All these hands checking her over to make sure she was OK. All these nurses and Doctors that helped her survive these past 66 days. And now it's up to me, my awkward hands. It's the night before I bring Davy home and I have all these same feelings again.