Nonetheless

Welcome to the world that the Lord has made! Today is your birthday, and however you're going to celebrate it is up to you. Whether it's with cake all over your face and high-chair or maybe with your first bicycle (which I haven't run past your mother yet) or maybe with your first driver's permit, you'll be having a good time. I'm going to chronicle today for you, so you can always have this somewhere to look back on.
You were just a trailblazer today, really. At midnight this morning, you were already trying to get out of your mother even though she wasn't ready for you. At 2am, contractions were bad enough to wake her, and she woke me up just after 4 am. By the time we got to the hospital (St. Anthony's Wha-What!) at just after 9am, contractions were between 3 and 7 minutes apart and your mother was experiencing back labor symptoms (Google that later). As she would be having contractions, your heartbeat would decelerate (decel) from 150bpm to 110bpm for a short period of time. As one of these episodes flared up, your heartbeat sunk all the way down to 60bpm, which is not good. You were under stress, and while you were still safe, the doctors wanted to get you out of Mom, so they did a C-section (Google that too). You were born/pulled out of your mother at 11:10 this morning, and have been amazing ever since. The 'stress' I mentioned earlier was your umbilical cord wrapped around your neck (which is such a cute little neck right now).
Your mother has been a trooper this entire time. She saw you for five seconds during the surgery, and then had to wait for nine hours for your sugars and breathing to come up to snuff with the doctors around here. But she finally held you!
The tears that we share whenever we look at you are proof positive that we LOVE you. I know that the hardest thing right now for me is that not only am I responsible for you, but that I could lay down every atom in every cell of my entire being just to keep you happy and safe. I would die for you.
Let me try to sum this up: I love you sacrificially, I would lay down anything for you, including my life. When I confess that Jesus died for my sins, I feel that my great, heart wrenching need to keep you safe is just a speck to what he must have felt as he was walked to that cross, knowing full well the weight of the world, and taking it onto his back nonetheless.