A child is born, a surgery approaches, ah life, what an amazing ride. I recently attended my granddaughter being brought into this world, her life and my daughter's seemed at times to walk a fine line between life and death. Blood pressure readings frighteningly high, exhaustion, forceps, and doctors struggling to pull this tiny girl into our world, and yet, somehow I contained my fears and anxieties and kept my daughter calm through the chaos and was rewarded with the witnessing of a tiny new being taking her very first gasp of air, a miracle. It wasn't until it was all over that I nearly fainted with relief and the overwhelming pain in my back that I had been refusing to acknowledge for an entire day and night. Who knew that birthing a baby was such scary hard work for the birthing coaches. But it made me realize that when we really need to step up and be incredible, when the moment comes and we have no choice other than to act with courage and grace and rise to the occasion, that somehow from the depths of our souls comes a strength that enables us to be stronger and more courageous than we ever thought imaginable. I know that I was not alone and that the spirit and love of those women that came before me were there in the room holding me up so that I could give my daughter my all. And now, my upcoming surgery, hah, a piece of cake, a walk in the park. I know that I can do this and that I will not be alone in that room, life, what an amazing ride.