Apologies out the gate if this post is a little haphazard and seems like it was written by a sleep-deprived, walking milk truck who can’t remember anything unless it’s written down on a piece of paper. The post may seem less coherent than my others but I wanted to write down Evie’s birth story soon before all the details get lost in this brain of mine and I forget the pain, guilt, and sheer joy/love of welcoming my third daughter into this crazy world we live in right now.
Evangeline’s birth story is a song of sun and water. I wish I could say ice and fire because then I’d be like Daenerys Targaryen in Game of Thrones with my three offspring…but that bitch went crazy in the end so I guess I shouldn’t try to compare.
Anyways, this is a story of Miss Evangeline Maeve’s birth – 3 weeks earlier than planned.