'What are you doing baby?" He asks as I set up the monitors, and then glance up at him.

'I need to have everything just right before she comes. After all, it isn't every day you have your first one." I swallow hard and hesitate before admitting, 'I am worried that I will be a bad mom." As I say it softly and refuse to look up at him.

He reaches for my chin and cups it with his finger and thumb as he forces me to stare up into his eyes. 'Baby, you could never be a bad mom. You are ...