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Never ever will I forgot the day when Emily was born. I was all alone, scared, and I had no idea what I was doing. When I felt my water break I called the hospital let them know I was coming and drove myself to the hospital. Arriving there in a little under ten minutes, because I sped all the way there, the doctors helped me out of my car and wheeled me inside on a wheelchair. Shaking, I gripped the sides of the chair as the wheeled me into the room. Everything turned out okay in the end and all the bad days and throw ups by myself were worth it when I saw Emily. She had my heart right away and even though she was covered in shit and blood and was crying so hard her face was a little red, she was absolutely perfect.
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