Happy Birthday, K!

8 years ago I was stuck in a bed with all kinds of monitors and tubes, an alarm that kept going off because my blood pressure was too low (I was induced because it was too high, go figure), an oxygen mask strapped to my face, and a nurse cramming an external heart rate monitor into my belly because K's heartbeat would almost stop during each contraction that I pushed. When she was born, the doctor explained that her cord had been wrapped around her neck twice as the nurses whisked her off to tend to her. My own heart ached as we waited and it was the most beautiful sound when my baby let out her first cry.

Yep, in spite of all the drama, it was well worth it.

Happy 8th birthday, K.