I opened my eyes and saw Noah standing at the foot of my hospital bed. He was gently bouncing back and forth on his feet and smiling down at our daughter. After thirty hours of labor, I was dilated enough to start pushing. I was never so happy to hear the words one more big push in my life. By that point, I was ready to sell my soul if it meant having all of it over with. Finally, Brynn Harper Stevenson made her way into this world with the most powerful set of lungs I had ever heard. She had a full head of hair and bluish-gray eyes. Noah swore she looked just like me, but honestly at this point she just looked like a squishy newborn baby.
I couldn’t help but smile watching them. “Is she sleeping?” Noah looked over and smiled back at me.
“No, she’s been awake for a few minutes. She and
