Birth be cray, like mom having an almost unassisted birth in her bathroom and then having to be transported without her new sweet one.

I was 100% happy with setting my camera down to fill my arms with brand new baby snuggles that night, but obviously that's not a job well done in my book (although pretty close). You know what is though? Coming back to hear tales from the trenches of that nutso night, talking about tattoos and gardening and ducks, watching big sister bring the chickens to meet her new baby, and enjoying a 75° sun soakin'.