The Magical Extra Hour of Sleep

Today is not yet Gracie's birthday, but it is an anniversary, of sorts -- she was born the day Daylight Saving Time ended. So 18 hours of labor, not 17 like I thought at first. After 20 hours of trying to get labor started.

It was also, of course, a year ago today they successfully started the labor, a year ago today when I went through about four hours of agony and contractions right on top of each other only to dilate 1 cm, and then fell in love with the epidural.

Post-epidural.

I'm in the Matrix.

Happy upcoming birthday, Gracie! For all the pain, the worry, the sleep-deprivation, etc., etc. -- you were more than worth it! I'm so glad you were born safely!