May 27th, y’all.

I spent the night texting two laboring mamas on and off, the stormy morning hours with one lucky family, took a Chipotle and soy chai break on my drive across Dallas, and ended the evening with the Wilkinson clan.

And even though I was exhausted, watching Leia handle birth like a boss gave me all the good feels and energy I needed for a job well done. Plus, the warmth and comfort in that room was tangible — she was surrounded by the best. And by the best, I mean they bought me Chick-fil-a and we joked about inappropriate things and I just really hope they have more babies.