The pain intensified, so I did what every woman would do; I shaved my legs and told Brian we needed to go to the hospital. We hopped in the car. It was Monday morning, rush hour. And it was snowing.
I called my boss to tell him I wouldn't be in that day. I left him a voice mail: "David, it's Shana. I'm not going to be in today. I'm on my way to the hospital to have a BABY!"
I will never forget that drive to the hospital. My contractions were about every 2-3 minutes and I was in terrible pain. Yet through it all, I couldn't help but feel excitement over everything. I was going to have a baby. I was going to be a MOM!
Emma was beautiful. Perfect. Healthy. A fertility miracle.
Today she is vibrant, beautiful, in love with God and her family, and such a blessing to us. Happy birthday, sweet daughter. I love you, I'm proud of you, and I believe in you.