Seven years ago:

I told myself I wasn’t in labor.

I told you to stay put because you weren’t supposed to arrive for a few more days and I had things to do.

I told your father, after hours of denial, “Maybe we should go to the hospital now.”

I told the doctors that the epidural wasn’t working and when I woke up, you were here.

7 pounds and 20 inches of perfect little girl.

Happy, happy birthday, C!