One year ago, at this very moment...
I was trying desperately to get some rest. I had been up since 3:30 with the onset of early labor, I had washed all the baby's clothes and was already sent home from the hospital with instructions to not call again until the contractions were five minutes apart for more than two hours. And I could not, for the life of me, find a comfortable position.
In less than 23 hours, though, I would be holding my son for the very first time. And life, as I knew it, would never be the same.
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