seven days...

Hudson wasn't here with us at this time last week.

In fact, I was in my seventh hour of labour at this time last week. Hooked up to a splendor of monitors and IVs, we waited for our son to make his appearance.

Everything indicated that he was well on his way...but I wasn't so sure! I didn't believe the doctors because they had been telling me that for seven hours already; I didn't believe my body because it had been dilated for two weeks already; and I didn't believe Hudson because he was six days overdue already.

But I did believe my husband.

As he sat next to my bed, stroking my hair, I believed him when he said that it was almost time.

That time didn't come for another five hours and most of my memory of it is a flurry of doctors, nurses and a mad but futile attempt to block out the pain. But the moment did finally come and I remember that as though the moment has yet to pass; they placed our baby in my arms...Hudson looked up at me...I looked up at Steve...Steve was looking down at Hudson...and just like that, we had become a family.

And we haven't stopped looking at each other since.

In five hours, our baby will be a week old.

Thank you Baby Hudson for the best week of our lives...