As soon as I regained my composure from the phone call and seeing the little cookie face for the first time, I jumped in the car and took off for my agency. I think I got there in about 30 seconds. As I walked into the office, they had balloons and a pink baby t-shirt with the agency logo waiting for me. I cried again. We went back to the conference room and they showed me the other referral pictures.
And then, she asked if I wanted to accept this baby! Uhhhh....HELLO!!! Hell, YES! After that, I signed some things and then went to go track down Grandmumsy and Auntie J. Grandmumsy got to see The Kid for the first time in a hospital waiting room. I'm sure everyone else sitting there thought one of us got bad news because we were both crying like buffoons. Then we went to Auntie J's office and called and asked her to come downstairs. As she walked up to my car (with Ms. Rhonda serving as photographer), I held up The Kid's picture. If anyone from her building happened to be looking outside, I'm sure they thought Auntie J was having a fit or seizure of some kind.
At the time, I would have said that that was the best day of my life. If only I had known how much better things were going to be. I look into my daughter's face sometimes and can't remember a time when she wasn't right next to me. I can't remember what it was like to not want to rush home everyday to see her sweet little face or how much I can miss her throughout the course of a day. Some people seem to think that I must miss my life before The Kid, but I guess what they don't realize is that before The Kid, I was missing exactly what I have right now.