Giving birth is quite the ordeal, from the misery of contractions, to the uncertainty of adding a new member to the family, to the excruciating agony of giving birth (yes, my epidural didn’t work!). But when you hold your new baby in your arms, that moment is when everything in the world seems to align.
I didn’t get to hold my first baby boy after birth because of complications with his breathing, but I did for my second. My favorite memory is holding my baby girl in my arms and looking down at her face, knowing that she was mine and I went through something great to bring her here.
Would I do it again? Eh… Ask me in a couple years. But there is no greater joy than that love of mother and child!