One Year Ago, Right This Very Minute...

I was screaming for an epidural. Little JT was sunny side up and resting all of his 11.2 lbs on my sciatic nerve. (No, 11.2 lbs was not a typo. That was the actual birth weight of my son. Yes, you can say "Ouch!" I sure did.) Forget contractions, the back labor masked any pain that my abdomen might be experiencing. After a measly 36 hours in labor I was looking for relief. And so was my dear husband.

Little did we know we still had another 14.5 hours, and an emergency c-section, to go before we saw this precious sight:


And, yes, the little stinker was worth every minute.