January 9, 2017 at 3 o’clock in the morning, I wake to find Alana doubled over at my bedside.
“I think I might be in labor.”
“WHAT??? Are you sure???”
She then proceeded to tell me that her contractions were 4-5 minutes apart which instantly threw me into panic mode.
Every moment from then until 2:08pm, when Charli decided to make her grand appearance, was an emotional roller coaster. It would be HOURS before Alana would receiver her epidural and it is very hard to watch your baby hurting without attacking like a ticked off momma bear. There was dizziness, nausea, crying, pleading, screaming, and puke…but that was just me. Alana did great. She pushed through like a champ and did what had to be done. I’ve never been more proud. Proud of the girl who has made me smile for 18 years and who has now given me the most precious gift of all, a sweet grandbaby.