My sweet baby turns 3 this Sunday.
Three years ago on October 18, at 7 p.m., I
strolled waddled into the hospital with contractions about a minute apart. I thought they were just more Braxton Hicks contractions, which I had since 18 weeks or so. But, just to be safe, I thought…
I still remember the nurse checking me and tell us, “You’re staying! You’re at a 7!” Holy cow.
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