You had given birth just seventeen hours ago, and now you were tired and sore. Everything hurt. But it truly was all worth it for your now baby girl, Olivia. Her big blue eyes and tufts of brown hair.

You looked awful, you knew you did. And you most certainly smelt bad too. Yet to John you were still the most beautiful human alive.

Honestly, you just wanted to go home into your nice bed and relax. The hospital was far too busy to enjoy. Nurses and doctors in and out. Your phone had a million messages asking to come see the baby. You declined them all.