Surprisingly, I did not cry! I had mentally prepared for myself to ball my eyes out, but I didn't! I was too focused on rewarding myself with a Starbucks (there was one in the hospital) that when my daughter was born and I first heard her little cry: I closed my eyes, thanked God for my beautiful baby girl, and asked my hubby to go to the hospital cafeteria to get my drink that I had been waiting for (22 hours of labor).
...and, the hospital didn't have a large selection of their wonderful blended beverages... they didn't know how to make my drink, let alone hear of it. So when my dad and step-mom came to visit the next day, they stopped at a real Starbucks. Why didn't your husband go out? Well, it was late at night, and there was a blizzard (Minnesota).