It was almost exactly a year ago...a Sunday night, laying in bed watching TV (yes, we're that couple, in bed before 7:00!) when my water broke. It wasn't the flood like in the movies, but Tim's reaction was movie-worthy. We'd had a hospital bag packed since late January, when we ended up in the hospital overnight with not even a phone charger! Yet Tim rushed around the house, in circles, anxiously trying to grab everything (which was all in the hospital bag!) We got to the hospital in no time (once Tim was convinced we really did have everything), and I was already progressing quite nicely. Our family arrived, all of us (doctors included) expecting Henry to arrive before midnight.
Things never go that smoothly, of course. My blood pressure spiked, and the medicine used to treat that also slowed labor almost to a standstill. Thus our monster didn't make his appearance before midnight, but rather waited until the following morning. He was already one to do things in his own time!
I'm not sure what to expect of tomorrow, but I am planning to take it as it comes, feel whatever I feel, and, most of all, remember and celebrate the monster that stole our hearts from the moment we knew he was on his way ❤️
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