About a year ago, my 9lb 7oz beautiful, sweet, funny, light-of-my-life baby boy decided to make his way into this world after 27 hours of unmedicated labor (3 of which I was stalled at 9 cm) by getting his shoulder stuck in my birth canal; the maneuvering required to safely get him out ripped me quite traumatically (4th degree).

(On a side note, despite his large birth weight, he has always been slow to gain weight and has been in the bottom 25% since he was 2 months old. What's up with that?)

Yesterday I had my last physical therapy appointment (yes, they really do have PT for that, who knew) and can finally say I am healed from that event. It only took a year. You know, no biggie. I celebrated by getting a Chic-fil-a milkshake at the drive through on the way home from my appointment.

My son is worth every ounce of pain and I would do it again if I had to. But PLEASE LORD DON'T MAKE ME DO THAT AGAIN! When the time comes for baby number 2 (and that time is not now, so nobody get all excited), would you please let it go much quicker and smoother? I would really, really appreciate it, as would my husband and my bank account. Amen!