My sweet Connor,
I can't believe that 729 days ago I was 38 weeks and 5 days pregnant with you. I was
working the night shift in the NICU when I started feeling like I needed
to sit down and take a break. I had been having problems with my blood
pressure, so one of the nurses checked it. It was really
high, so we took it a few more times. It kept getting higher, so I
called the hospital and they told me to come in. Your daddy met me there
and my blood pressure eventually stabilized. When they were about to
let me go home, your heart rate dropped. They almost sent me in for a
stat c-section, but you brought it back up. At that moment they decided
that I wasn't going home and it was time to admit me. You decided to make mommy wait and not come until the next afternoon. I will never, ever forget that day: when my life changed so drastically and became a million times better.
The first picture daddy took of me after they decided to admit me.
