The Day I Met My Baby Boy
On August 11th, 2014, I woke up at 5:30am to get a good breakfast in to try to avoid the starving and thirst that I knew was coming that day. I was pretty tired, nervous and irritable because of the fear going in. Of surgery, of Adam being safe, of me recovering, the UNKNOWN in general. I finished packing, went over to my mom's house and hung out for a little while to pass the time before we had to leave for the hospital. Here is the a picture of me before we left the hospital. I was 38 weeks exactly and ready for my boy to come out! I admit I was very cranky because internally I was scared to death. My poor mom had to put up with my bitchy mood on the way to the hospital. Once we got to the hospital, they took me back and took me to a pre-op room that would later become my recovery room. Here is a pic of me before I went in before the C-Section. And here is me and my wonderful doctor. I admit I'm pretty much in love with him. Oh if only he wasn't married!! They ...