Welcome Little One

After the longest pregnancy ever recorded, finally on Sunday October 15th, I felt something.

Not a minute too soon, either. I was prepared at that point to do whatever I had to do to get that baby out of my body. Not exactly the glowing pregnant woman.

It didnt feel like it could be possibly enough to be labour. Just a little discomfort. That was at 6am. By 7 I was at the hospital, in the middle of a shift change, with John trying his best to break us in so we could have a baby.

It wasn't long until I was in "hard" labour. Not nearly what I had expected "hard" labour to be, but definately no walk in the park either.

I kept praying to God to let our baby be healthy. I promised that as long as she was healthy I would never ask Him for another thing. I had it in my head that there was going to be something wrong. Thank God there wasn't.

Kennedy arrived at 12:09pm. I remember John standing beside me while they took her to the other side of the room to clean her off. It wasn't one of those deliveries where they just handed her to me. They held her up and showed me and then took her to the side of the room. I remember telling him to go and hold her. I could hear her crying.

So he went and held her. I guess I expected him to bring her over to me and let me see her. But no - not John. What's he do? He takes her to the corner of the room and turns his back with her and tries to shield her eyes from the light.

"John??? Can I see her??????"

She was beautiful. And perfect.

8lbs 14oz. 21 inches long.

I promise I won't ever ask for anything else - and I thank God every day for listening to my prayers that day.