The night my son was born was a marvelous and beautiful night. I remember being so exhausted before he was even here and relieved that I no longer had to wait to see him. I remember insisting he stay with me in my room and only allowed the nurses to take him to the nursery once. I didn't want him out of my sight. I was (and honestly still sometimes am) in awe that I made this little guy.
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