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I spent most of the day on Tuesday thinking about life and reminiscing about all the wonderful things I have been blessed with. My daughter Kat is the first thing that comes to mind. As long as I can remember, I wanted to be a mom, and I wanted a daughter. When God decided to bless me with a baby, I was ecstatic about becoming a mom. Somehow, I knew the baby was going to be a girl. I had her name picked out from the start, and I never really even considered choosing a boy's name, just in case. We had 2 different ultrasounds and we were never able to find out for sure what the gender was. At the last ultrasound, the baby was lying there with her hands covering her genitals. I told the technician that it was a girl and that she was just shy. The technician just smiled and told me not to get my hopes up, but I was sure.
The morning Kat was born, labor came hard and fast. Anxiously, I waited to hear her first cries. The doctor knew how excited I was to know that my baby was actually a girl, so she decided to make me wait a little longer. When Kat was finally delivered, my doctor kept referring to her as the baby. When they wrapped her up and handed her to me, my doctor looked down at us and smiled. She said, "Congrats Mom, your little miracle is a girl, a healthy girl." Then I cried!
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