Sometimes, a small thing can bring your mind crashing back to another time, a memory you'd thought was safely stored away. For us, it's the smell of the triage, and the antiseptic soap in the hospital... the binging and pinging machines, a heart rate monitor... hearing a code blue over the speakers, hoping that for that family, everything turns out okay. On Tuesday morning, I checked in to labor and delivery, to be induced with our fourth child, at 41 weeks. This was not a "secret", but rather something very precious we were keeping guarded, close to our hearts. Most everyone in our lives did not know, please don't take offense. It was just the way we wanted it. On Tuesday evening, after laboring far too intensely for minimal progress, and seeing that baby was in distress and at risk of danger, they decided to quickly do a c section. Our third daughter, Birdy, was born at 6:52 PM on January 22nd. They planned on laying her on my chest, so I could meet her. When...