Six years ago right about now my labour was about to go from zero to sixty, as they say. I had finally been admitted to the hospital and hooked up to the IV to start my induction. And then things really started to suck.
Six years ago right now I couldn’t imagine what the next day was going to look like, let alone the next decade.
Six years ago right now I had no clue how much love I could hold in my heart for one person.
It is almost unimaginable that six years ago I had never met my little girl. Never held her or called her by name or cuddled her or been frustrated by her. Never read to her or danced with her or embarrassed myself for her.
Surely she’s been here forever.
But really, just six years ago I was looking into unknowns. I didn’t know how my labour was going to progress, whether she would be born healthy, I had questions about how I would feel about her, what kind of mother I would be.
And then six years ago today I was given the part of me that was missing. A part of me that has made me stronger, more loving, more humble, more saner. She has made me everything I was supposed to be and more.
I will be forever thankful.