|These lights are totally harshing my mellow.|
I'm stewing and brewing up the full birth story, mostly written from the insane-person notes I took on my iPhone in the hospital that day. I'm still trying to piece together the times and events from the jumble of madness in my head. I'll be honest, every second of it melted away the instant I looked up from the mess between my legs, took a deep long breath and felt the shaking that had consumed me slow down and then stop, just in time for my husband hand me this:
|Happy Birthday to me, and Birth Day to her.|
It's a girl. Her name is Everley Read.
That's how long I've been waiting for her. And now she's here. And she's fucking spectacular. And we are complete.
|Welcome to the gun show.|
Happy one-week birthday baby sister.
|This place is a'ight after all.|
PS: Top 40 (before 40): #1 - Expand my family - Check!