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As much as Cara was looking forward to this day, 4am came pretty quick.  But when the alarm clock signaled it was time to rise and shine, she was up and moving almost before she could turn the jangling clock off.  Today was the day!

On the way to the hospital both she and Marco were very quiet.  They had been told what to expect when they arrived at the hospital so there were no surprises.  They were both filled with peace.  They had prayed and read their Bible before leaving and had cast the care onto the Lord.  Now it was a matter of walking out this special day.

Upon arrival they were ushered into their assigned room on the OB/GYN floor of the hospital.  Vitals were taken, and an IV was started but not before Cara had to “put on the uniform”…a hospital gown.  Ugh!!  She groaned as she wiggled into the skimpy and all too revealing gown.  “You won’t see this number on the runway of any fashion show”, she thought.

As they waited for the doctor Cara’s meds were administered.  Cara was glad that their parents arrived just at that moment because she knew that the shot she was just given would make her drowsy. She was thankful for the support of their parents who would be in the waiting room with Marco during surgery.  The doctor came in and was gone almost as fast as he came, sharing encouragement while patting her hand. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits and looking forward to the new life about to come into this world.

Cara drifted off to sleep and awoke to bright lights quickly passing above her.  She closed her eyes again and when she opened them only a huge brightness above her was visible along with voices and lots of people scurrying about.  She knew she was in the operating room.  In spite of the drowsiness, her excitement grew.  Once again sleep wrapped her in it’s arms but this time much deeper than before.

Suddenly she was aware of someone calling out.  Was she still asleep and dreaming?  Then she distinctly heard a baby crying and again someone calling out.  Willing herself awake she realized that she did, indeed, hear a baby wailing as she heard her doctor call her name.  She responded that she could hear him and with a joyful shout he declared, “It’s a boy, Cara!  A healthy boy!”  No amount of medicine could have suppressed the joy and the tears that followed.  She couldn’t wait to see him and hold him and do all the things that mommies do for their little boys.

In the waiting room, Marco was thinking it was taking forever when the doctor stepped into the room with the widest smile he had ever seen.  “Congratulations, Marco.  It’s a healthy baby boy!”

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