Your Birthday

 Well Sprout, you're out. It was a crazy, scary, anxious, happy, exciting, wonderful day.

Everything went so well. Other than my epidural, but that's a story for a different post.

You are perfect and my tumor was benign, which also meant that I got to keep my ovary. 

Quite the win win!

 There you are, right after you were taken out. I couldn't see you, but I could hear you.

 So small! I don't think you liked having all that space to move your arms and legs around, I'm sure it's much more cozy in a womb.

 Getting weighed! Under 5 lbs... that made me sad, but WOW you're healthy.

 There's you and your dad. I was having another surgery, and you had to leave the room along with him. You had to go to the nursery and he had to go to the waiting room.

 

It was a long time before I got to see you. Twelve and a half hours. This is me waiting, trying to be smiley and not freak out because I had to wait for you.

 And finally! There you are! I was amazed, and so so happy.