Emma Marie was born in July of 1995. I had just finished my first year of teaching. I had been so excited to meet her that I just could barely stand it. I didn't know if she was a boy or a girl, so I wrote letters to "the baby".
After I had Emma, I remember being very careful with her. I looked at her in awe, not quite believing that she was mine. I had been waiting for this moment since I was five and declared to my mother that when I grew up, I was going to be a mommy. :)
The morning that we were to go home I felt great. I was young and in great shape, so I was already beginning to recover from the birth. We had the car seat and everything we would need for the ride home. We lived two hours away, so I was a little nervous, but I knew we would be ok.
When my husband drove up to pick us up, I insisted that I would sit in the back seat with her. I needed to see her the whole way. We talked and chatted for awhile, catching up since I had been closer to the hospital, staying with my mom for five long weeks before Emma's birthday.
Suddenly, it all hit me at once. I began to cry. When my husband looked in the rear view mirror, I started sobbing. He asked me what was wrong, genuine concern on his face and I said, "I just can't believe that they let us put this sweet girl in our car and take her two hours away!"
My husband and I still chuckle over that today.