“ On the Twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me Twelve hours of labor Eleven more at home Ten back massages Nine cups of water Eight “ You have got this” Seven “ Keep on breathing” Six “ Where’s the Nitris?” Five different baths Four stress balls Three essential oils A two degree tear, and The best damn baby in the world.” It’s been one week since Coda Jones came into our lives and it’s as if she always was. The things I stressed about a week ago seem so inconsequential now. Sleep is irrelevant, my autonomy is on hold and I am the happiest and luckiest wife and mother in the world.