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On March 12, 2009 I held Evan for the first time. Last night, while I was holding Carolina I realized that I was holding my daughter for the first time exactly one year later. For the past year I have had to trust God's timing. Now I am understanding. I was a basketcase. The past several weeks I have cried and not really been able to function. I was so scared of having the baby between the 10th and 16th. That was Evan's time. I was offered an induction date of the 18th and it was perfect. It was after Evan's time, it was the start of spring break. We would have time to get used to the baby before we *had* to be anywhere and we all would be home together for a week. Almost immediately after getting the induction date I started to swell and my blood pressure started to creep up. I called the doc on Thursday and went in. I had to be at the hospital at 8:00 that night and my baby would be born the next morning. March 12th. Labor was quick and painful (He broke my water around 8:00 and she was born at 9:13), and she was perfect. Sean was over there counting fingers and toes and asking questions and she is perfect. 9lbs and 3oz. perfect. Red headed temper perfect. Will not let us put her down perfect. So last night when I was holding Carolina I realized that God's timing is perfect. Not to say I won't question his timing again, but last night I understood. I was not at home barely holding it together. I was in the hospital, 3 miles from my home, holding my newest baby and thinking about how much she looks like her big brother.