She is born

You were supposed to come on Christmas.

Daddy really wanted you to come on Christmas Eve or Christmas Morning, his thinking has always been 'go big or go home,' but I'm happy you didn't.

Granted, I wish you could have come on your own, I'm glad you don't have to share your birthday with such a major holiday.

Daddy and I went to the hospital at 4:45 on Dec. 26, 2011 for a scheduled induction at 5:00 a.m.

Instead of rushing around excitedly getting things together because of my water breaking or contractions intensifying, we woke up to alarm clocks, showered peacefully and took a few last pregnancy photos.

I applied makeup and blow dried my hair, after all, it's not everyday you meet your daughter for the first time!

Little did I know, it would be a long 48 hours before I would meet you.

It was very early in the morning when you were born, the hospital room was very dark with only one light on over the doctor.

Like a spotlight.

Your spotlight.

You were very much anticipated, even from your surprise beginning. So it's no wonder you got the grand entrance you deserved.

In an instant all of the anxiety, and pain and stress of getting you here melted away the moment you were placed on my chest.

You were very quiet and alert and the first thing I saw was your big, blue eyes looking up at me.

"Hello, baby" was all I could manage to say.

You just stared back and chirped a little. You never cried like I thought you would, you just looked at me and chirped like a little bird.

The name stuck.

You are our little bird.