I held her legs back as she continued to push harder and harder
. I could see sweat running from her forehead to her cheek, and her face turn red as a tomato as she took another deep breath and pushed.
Little by little I could see my daughter's little head starting to squeeze out. I began to tear up as this was the most beautiful yet disgusting thing I had ever seen. With one final hard push the doctor delivered Isabella Michelle-Mai Nguyen at two forty-six p.m. As Isabella entered the world, she was covered in blood and amniotic fluid. I was crying like a baby as they put her on Dakota's chest. I thanked the lord that Isabella was healthy.
The doctors then cleaned her up and weighed her. She was a healthy seven pounds eight ounces, and twenty and a quarter inches long. Isabella was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. After the doctors cleaned her up, they wrapped her in a warm blanket and handed Isabella to me. Looking down at her, I could not help but notice her Asian looking blue eyes. Even though she could not understand a word I was saying, I whispered in her ear how much I love her and will be there to protect her, be her father, and walk her down the aisle when she gets married.