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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