They screwed up and never made her a birth certificate. Her photos made her look like that fat guy from "My Name is Earl". I had a panic attack at the hospital, and left on the second day because the hospital was so terrible. I am trying really hard to get over the whole failure thing, but it's just so hard. I think I built up too much expectation in gving birth "the right way" and then when it didn't happen, my perfectionist personality couldn't handle it or something. I know this is my fault and I just need to get over it, but there will always be a part of me that will wonder what I could have done differently to get it right. I am sure I place too much importance on this.
You know what's funny? I saved the blank birth certificate for her baby book, but I haven't put it in there yet.
Some day I will feel better....
Thanks Bridget. It helps to know that someone understands.