The brisk autumn day was clear and calm. The air almost sizzled with excitement and anticipation as we sat, patiently as possible, begging for the hands on the clock to return to their traditional ticking speed.
Strict instruction had been provided, to both of us, to prepare for the upcoming arrival. "Do not eat or drink anything after 4am," we had been instructed several times by several doctors at our final preparatory appointment the previous afternoon. On any normal day this instruction would have caused no issue, but on this October afternoon, at 34 weeks pregnant, I was starving!!! Ironically, wouldn't't you know it on this most special of special days, and me being a lifelong Type 1 Juvenile Diabetic, that a sudden case of hypoglycemia, or low blood sugar, rears its ugly, albeit potentially life ending, head. Luckily, that was the moment, my mom, our ride to the special event, pulled into the driveway, stocked to the gills with lifesaving glucose tablets.

The relief was tangible as we all, blood sugars at normal levels, loaded into her car and departed on our brief journey to our intended destination, Summerlin Hospital and Medical Center Las Vegas, Nevada.

Destination achieved, we were met at the entrance by awaiting medical staff who began immediately preparing me for this, my third...