Tuesday night I woke Peter up at 12:00 and told him he needed to get up and get ready because I was having contractions to which he replied, "Come get me when you have another one." To which I promptly pulled down his covers and told him it was time to go.
So we had the best experience at the hospital where they treated us wonderfully and our good friend Dave Digi saved my life by giving me an awesome epidural. My doctor also did a wonderful job and Peter cut the cord. (apparently he is okay with blood as long as it is not his own.)
The second our sweet girl was out she let out a huge wail and has been super snuggly from that day on.
