The Best Day

April 24, 2007 seems like eons ago, yet the last six years have gone by so fast. Where has the time gone? That was the best day of my life. It was the day I became a mother. Bill became a father. We became parents. Although my labor was excruciating - eighteen hours of pitocin with no epidural is no picnic, I was so overcome with joy that I was sobbing through the majority of the hour I spent pushing. Each time a contraction would come, Bill would have to tell me to calm down and stop crying so I could focus on pushing. As soon as the shoulders were out, the midwife looked at me and said "OK Brianne, take your baby." I pulled him the rest of the way out and brought him to my chest and no words can describe the depth of love I felt at that moment. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Still today, I will say that. This is not to say that I didn't think my other two boys were beautiful when they were born, or that I didn't feel that same amount of joy and love for them. It's just that it was the first time, and for me, that made it different. My whole life, the thing that I wanted to do most was to become a mother. And here I was. 

The weeks and months that followed were trying, as he didn't take well to nursing and he was very colicky. and he soon grew into a happy, curious, adventurous, sensitive little boy. He has taught us so much in his 6 years, and we know there is plenty more to come. We are so proud to be his parents and so grateful that he is ours.