This is the story of how our daughter, Luna Camila, came into the world. *Disclaimer: If you're not someone who enjoys birth stories or hospital stories, or gets triggered/anxious from hearing the details of these, this post may not be for you. Photos by Adriana Brito In The Home Stretch It was a warm, balmy Friday night in Miami. October 6th, to be precise. I was at a restaurant celebrating a friend's birthday, and I was as pregnant as it gets. It felt good to be out, and I sensed this feeling as I drove to the restaurant that this would be my last hurrah before our daughter arrived. I was still about a week out from our due date, and I was feeling it. Sleep was a gamble thanks to heartburn and incurable hip pain that no amount of pillow-propping could manage. Earlier that week, the Braxton-Hicks contractions were all over the place...in fact, just the day prior, they increased to an intensity for a few hours in the morning that made me think, is today the day?? But alas, a...