Sunday, September 22, 2013

85 mph

The hospital (finally) gave T a room, and when Matt told me she was at an 8, I actually kind of panicked.  And, then, I panicked because I was panicking.  Usually, I'm pretty cool and collected.  I would say about 95% of the time, I keep it together,  but I literally couldn't help it.  I kept wondering if this was how my mom felt when I was in delivery... 

I was excited,  nervous,  and scared.  But mostly, I was honored.  I knew her life was about to change, in an instant, and  I was privileged to be able to witness my best friend turn into a mother. 

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