My not so picture perfect delivery
Another late night of watching my sweet baby girl sleep soundly beside me as I am scrolling through Instagram. It’s pretty routine by now, but tonight it is a little different. That tiny feeling of jealousy, guilt, and sadness runs through me once again just as I scroll down and see another picture perfect “after birth” picture. Y’all know the ones I am talking about. That perfectly made up woman smiling with her husband as they are holding their newly born baby. Perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect delivery. Just 7 short weeks ago I had planned to be that woman. I had my makeup and hair fixed, my outfit planned for after birth (because of course no one wanted to wear that ugly hospital gown for longer than they have to), and had already planned that perfect picture of me and Sam holding our sweet baby. Just like life likes to do at times, my perfect delivery did not go as planned. I went in on that Sunday to be induced with plans of having a great delivery. I had a