On this day, three years ago, I was in the hospital being induced. I was surrounded by Mike and my mom. My Daddy, Steve, Joe and Robin, Meme and Pete, Pastor Greg, Carl and Katie, Jami Lewis, and Courtney Rubin were all a phone call away. I was ready to meet my sweet baby boy. I watched Pride and Prejudice (the Colin Firth version) and tried to sleep in the lumpy bed. I watched Mason’s healthy heart beat strongly in the monitor. And, still, he did not come.
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