In summary

Inga and Mike had a beautiful baby girl on Thursday night, at 8:51. Her name is Kaiva, and she's tiny and perfect.

Seeing Inga laboring and in pain was terribly hard because I knew I couldn't really do anything to make it better, and that it wouldn't stop until a human emerged from her holiest of holes. But seeing her afterward, exhausted but glowing, was incredible. And when I leaned in to hug her and whisper into her ear, "I am so proud of you," we both cried while she held her little baby tight.

It was amazing, and I am so glad that I was there, and that night, I couldn't wait to get to Harrison's room in my parent's house to murmer in his ear, "I love you so so much, my baby boy" while he stirred and dreamed in his crib.