She wasn't coming out. She held tight to the walls of my uterous. She wasn't ready said her father. But, the doctor swore she was, and that my life was on the line. So A week early they hooked me up to the IV and pumped me full of drugs, to coax her down. My mother stood beside me, my husband on the other side. Waiting through the night watching for any sign of her. Contractions coming and going, but she was not coming out. The morning came, the doctor came back in and said, "Cut her open". and I was pushed (shaking) into the O.R. Numb from the back down 5 minutes later, my husband held my shaking hand and she was torn from her cozy little home. When the cry came, all gurgles and wails, I felt like crying. They took her and my husband left my side to see her cleaned up, Pictures were snapped and then I could hold my child, Still laying down I felt as if I would drop her, terrified of it. Overwhelmed I handed her back to her father and they were taken from the room. I lay on the table worried about them as the doctor stapled my stomach back together again. Finally I was taken to my waiting family. My own family. Her father watching her carefully, she bundled in blankets, placed in my arms. I still don't know how or why shes ours. But, I know I have created my masterpeice. Nothing I have ever done, nor anything I will ever do will top my girl.