I've never felt more useful in my life. Really, all I did was "catch" but still, it was an important thing I was catching. I've never, ever had anything remotely this intense occur in my life. All I could think was, "please don't die, please don't die" when he was coming out.

I realize that women have been delivering babies since the dawn of man, but still I couldn't help but think I could potentially screw it up if I didn't act appropriately. What if the chord is wrapped around his neck, what if he's stuck or breached? Luckily, he was none of those things and it was a perfect delivery.

We arrived home yesterday and I went to the bathroom where I hurriedly had shut our dogs away just after Atticus arrived. There was blood and gunk dried and splattered all over the door knob. I found my shoe, sans laces on the counter where I had left it. There was a pair of bloody scissors on the ground, under the couch that I used to cut his umbilical chord.

Crazy.

Atticus is very cute, but unlike your calve, he's yet to stand up. -Given his entry in to the world, it wouldn't surprise me though. This kid is miraculous!!