Zach's birthday.

It's so hard for me to believe that my baby boy is three years old today. I had a hard time sleeping last night. I just kept replaying the events of the day he was born over and over in my head. I can still remember walking the halls for hours trying to bring my contractions closer together and help him move down. Also the 7 hours of Pitocin fuled contractions with no pain meds and the relief I felt when the epidural was in place. The disappointment of being told at 11am after 14hours of labor that I was still at 4cm, exactly where I was when I checked into the hospital, and the inital fear when they said that maybe we should consider a C-section. Most of all I remember the tears that poured down my cheeks when I heard him cry for the first time and the wonder I felt when they held him up so I could see him. He was he was pink and wiggling, he was screaming at the top of his lungs, he was perfect, and he was mine. I had held 100's of babies before I had Zach but what no one had told me was that the first time you hold your own child in your arms it will be different. Most of the rest of my hospital stay is a blur but those few hours are etched into my brain and I hope they stay there forever. I can't help but wonder, will I feel the same way when the twins are born? Will the memories of the day they are born stick with me the same? And will I feel the same feeling of wonder when I hold them for the first time? I hope I will.
Happy Birthday Zach, Mommy loves you.