My little Peach. The princess. How fitting that she was the final addition to our little family.

Liam was 11 months old. I was fanatically planning a monkey themed (shocked, right) first birthday party. I woke up one day and thought to myself, “Man, I am freaking tired” and my gut— I just knew.  Before I even took a pregnancy test, I took a picture of my Monkey with a sign that read, “Big Brother”. A bit presumptuous, I know, but I was not wrong.

My pregnancy was not easy this go round. In fact, it was awful. I lost the last 20 pounds of my first pregnancy due to morning sickness. Yay?  There were stressful things happening all around me. I couldn’t be happy, except when it was just Monkey and I. I cherished the quiet moments alone with just my tiny love and me.

The moment that I found out that I was finally carrying my little girl… things shifted. I felt lifted, majestic, beautiful, untouchable.  I had everything. I had a little boy that I adored more than anything and I was about to have a sweet little princess.

The day I gave birth, was not as picture perfect as I had envisioned. I had contractions all night on October 1, contractions all day October 2 and, again, that night. By morning, I was headed to the hospital. Unfortunately, a nurse didn’t believe me that I was in active labor and sent me home.

I labored at home for as long as I could stand it, or as long as my husband could. My dear husband tenderly helped me to the car and began our journey to the hospital. It was the most dreadful experience.  There was unexplainable traffic, a school bus, an accident, and a police stop. I truly believed that my sweet princess would be born in my small Honda Fit.

Miraculously, we made it to the hospital and into the Labor and Delivery suite. The nurses were trying to put in an IV and were having no luck. The anesthesiologist came in to administer the epidural and that’s when I looked down and saw my peach’s tiny head and a gush of water. It was 18 minutes after I was admitted, no IV, no epidural, and one big push and I was a mother to two. My peach was born. The squeaky little peach had proven she was a fierce, determined, tiny fighter.