On this day 8 years ago a woman was in pain.
She tried walking to take her mind off it but nothing could soothe. Her face would grimace every few minutes and I could tell she was miserable.
She insisted to visit the hospital but I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to go to early and be sent back home. To save my marriage I reluctantly agreed. On the drive over I was calling family and internalizing how it would all go down.
When we arrived they took her vitals and rushed her to a room. The nurse came in asking hundreds of questions prepping us for what was about to occur. Minutes later the family started rolling in. Her dad couldn’t stop pacing.
Shortly after, the doctor sent everyone out. Finally, it was time!
In the blink of an eye, a glorious gift arrived. So small. So fragile. So wonderful.
On this day 8 years ago my second child was born.