Living for Everly

Worth It: Our Journey to the Finish Line For months leading up to Everly's birth I frequently experienced this sensation like I was standing in the middle of some train tracks, watching in slow motion as a train came racing toward Matt and I.  We were stuck and we knew we were stuck, so instead of struggling to find a way out, we just braced ourselves for the impact, not knowing how powerful it would be, how much it would hurt or what condition it would leave us in.   In the weeks just before my induction date, I started to go back and forth in how I felt about the timing of things.  On the one hand, the Polyhydramnios was making me so unbelievably uncomfortable  that I wanted the delivery to just come.  But on the other hand, I knew that once the delivery came, that meant Everly was gone and I felt this sort of preemptive guilt for not appreciating her enough while she was inside of me.  I began to drive myself crazy, bouncing between these feelings.   And then