As Avery's first act in her life, she obeyed David's request for her to start coming on a Sunday night so that he wouldn't have to go to work on Monday. I went into labour at 10pm on a Sunday night. I'll spare you the ugly details of labour, but suffice to say it hurt a lot but was over relatively quickly compared to some other stories I've heard. Avery was born at 3pm on Monday. I was shocked to hear the doctor say "It's a girl!" as I was convinced I was having a boy (as was everyone else who saw me, except for my Grandpa Archibald, who always maintained that I was having a girl). I'll listen to him next time.

The first couple weeks were a bit chaotic and overwhelming with sooo much transition and sooo little sleep. Not to mention I had assignments and mid-terms in the courses I was taking (online through my university). But even though we are far from family, our community in Montreal really stepped up and I don't think we cooked a meal for ourselves for almost 6 weeks! What a huge blessing that was!! David's mom also came after 2 weeks to help out for a couple weeks and later joined by his dad, which was a huge help as well.