Two weeks ago, I gave birth to Cassandra Hope, shown here:



It was quite an ordeal: I was a week late, so I went into the hospital midnight Tuesday night to be induced. By 3am I was having my first contractions, and 12 hours later I started pushing. An hour and a half after that, my doctor realized that Cassie wouldn't fit the regular way, so I was wheeled into the OR for an emergency Cesaerian. And at 4:35pm, I was a mom!

Unfortunately, afterwards I spiked a fever, so they gave me antibiotics, which led to a flaming case of C-dif, a horrible intestinal infection. I was dehydrated and on I.V. fluids, not to mention in tons of pain. I'm still on super-antibiotics to fight it off, as well as motrin and percocet.

I don't think I have to mention that Peat was with me the whole time, worrying and calming me down. I don't know what I would have done without him. He slept in a chair in my room just to be near me and the baby, he fought with the nursing staff, and he changed diapers like a pro. It couldn't have been easy seeing me as miserable as I was when we had such a joyous event to celebrate. But his presence was more soothing than an entire bottle of painkillers.

Finally, after a week in the hospital, mommy, daddy and baby Cassie were allowed to go home. It's been a long, slow, frustrating recovery - and will take about 4 more weeks, give or take, before I'm even close to 100% again - but it's totally worth it.

Happy 2 Weeks, Cassie. We love you!