The birth of my littlest wee one happened two years ago today! All of my deliveries were exciting in that I finally got to meet the sweet little person that I had been loving and nurturing in my womb for nine months. My son's delivery was both types of exciting: happy exciting and scary exciting; my first daughter's delivery was mostly uneventful and thus the good kind of exciting (except for a couple of scary moments in the middle); but my last daughter, well, she had to go full-blown this-is-our-most-exciting-birth-story-ever on me. She was almost that baby born somewhere other than a hospital bed. You can read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4 of her birth on my previous blog.