The morning of

I knew we were in trouble. Not because Uncle Bruce was visiting. Although that is usually a sign of something going on. No, the fact that Tara wasn't interested in her steak dinner meant that there was a problem. We went to bed, neither of talking about the 'what if', just pretending to get some sleep. The morning brought the realization that although we had managed to pack a bag for the first time, we were not ready for this. We took Emma to Rose Anns, and made our way to the hospital. We got there for 9:30, tried to impress upon nurses that this will likely happen really fast. Know that this is our last, I tried really hard to slow down and enjoy it this time. Looking around the delivery room it was amazing what I had never noticed before. Really, a ghetto blaster and a lawn chair was not something that I had expected...