I woke up that
morning at the last possible second, knowing full well that my days of sleeping in were officially over.
I showered, did my hair and makeup, brushed my teeth, grabbed my hospital bag, said goodbye to the dogs, and we headed out the door.
We checked in, and after some preliminary paperwork and an I.V., I just laid there in that hospital bed, th
inking.
What will she look like?
What will her cry sound like
?
Will she have hair?
Will she love me
?
About an hour later they wheeled me into the OR and prepped me for surgery. I was so nervous…and at the same time, so filled with joy at the thought of meet ing me daughter
in just a few m
inutes.
It was an easy surgery…well, as far as C-sections go. There was some tugging and pulling…and then I heard her.
That cry…so. beautiful.
They held her up above the screen so I could see her…she was covered with white goop and screaming her tiny lungs out… and my heart was so full, I thought it would burst.
They cleaned her up and brought
her to me. You can’t tell in the picture, but once she was next to me, I cried.
I was so completely in Love.
So this is what it feels like.
I’ve been blessed to love and be loved many times in my life…but when I saw the topic I chose for myself 
tonight, I knew what I wanted to write about.
For so many years, I wondered if I’d get to find out what a mommy’s love is like.
I’m so thankful that I did.
And I’m thankful, even more, that the love I have for my daughter only grows.
I thought I loved her as much as possible the moment she was born, but each day it seems that I love her a little bit more.
I guess love is just like that.
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