kodak moment (for 5.18.13)

There had been so much preparation. So many doctors appointments, shopping trips, family meetings, parties, vomit attacks, bathroom breaks. The bags had been packed with all we would need. Pajamas, toothbrush, soaps, and those little clothes that were so tiny you almost needed a microscope to see them.
(A little far fetch, but, whatever.)

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"Missus Tate, we're gonna ask you to breath in and hold it while pushing and we'll tell you when to stop, okay?"

"1...2....3...4....(keep going!)...7...8. Well done, Missus Tate!"

"Good job, baby, we're so close."

"Okay, push! 2...3...4...5...6...7...8."

A tug.

A slap. 

A wail.

She was here.

Little Rowan was here.