The night before you were born, I spoke to your birthmom on the phone. She was making pancakes. She said she was in the mood for pancakes and planned to eat a lot of them because she wouldn’t be able to eat for a while. We had to be at the hospital for 5AM. That night I think I slept two hours at best. I was so afraid I would oversleep and miss everything. I had to get a ride from the attorney’s social worker since the NCAA championship spectators rented all the cars in town. I tried to imagine what you would look like … each time I closed my eyes they would open again. I reminded myself this would be the last week of sleep for me. I was ready and willing to give up sleep forever just to be your momma.
April 2, 2012 was the best day of my life. Nothing I will ever experience again can compare to that day. I was in the car at 4:30 in the morning, and arrived at the hospital on time. Your birthmom was there carrying a purple pillow. Purple is her favorite color. I mentioned your room is purple. She said I could come into the delivery room. We gave each other a hug and she asked “are you ready?” ready. steady. go….At 7:26 you came into the world. I heard the doctor say “Happy Birthday!” I heard the nurses give your Apgar scores, 7, 9. Then I heard you cry. I felt as though I was in a dream, this couldn’t really be happening. Then I was holding you. You were teeny tiny, and warm … already asleep.
It took us five years to find each other. These past two years have flown by. You are an amazing, sweet, clever and kind girl with the most delicious brown eyes. I will never be able to thank your birthmother enough for making us a family. Happy Birthday Emilia. I love you more than all the stars in the sky. ox