After four years of negative pregnancy tests, doctor appointments, disappointment, and tears I often tried to hide, she was finally here.
When we first saw those two pink lines, Ethan had wrapped his arms around me and whispered,
**“You and our little girl are my whole world.”**
The pregnancy had been one of the happiest periods of my life.
The delivery was another story.
After twenty-one exhausting hours of labor, things suddenly became complicated.
Doctors moved quickly.
A nurse kept Ethan back while I was taken down the hallway.
The last thing I remembered clearly was hearing him call after us.
Then came fragments.
Bright lights.
Someone announcing **3:17 p.m.**
And finally, the strong cry of our daughter.
By the following morning, Lily was doing wonderfully.
She weighed seven pounds, two ounces, and Nurse Stella told me Ethan had been pacing the waiting room since five in the morning.
When Stella finally asked whether I was ready for visitors, I smiled.
