I'll Have What She's Having

Over the summer I found a blog called http://www.amalah.com/ written by a very funny woman named Amy. I've been following her trials and tribulations with her three year old son and her pregnancy with her second son - obviously I can relate. :) In any case, she recently wrote about her birth story and two paragraphs stood out to me - she has put in words exactly how I felt about both James and Nate on Nate's arrival day(s) (although I did not have the VBAC/c-section situation). Excuse the formatting, I can't figure this thing out. :)

About her son, Noah:

I didn't realize, though, that it would be the very last time I would ever look at Noah and see a baby, or anything resembling a baby. His round belly and chubby cheeks seemed to vanish that day -- by the time I saw him again 12 hours later he would turn into a long and lean little boy, all arms and legs, shockingly mature-looking and huge.

About her new baby, Ezra. This paragraph made me cry.

And it hit me, again, in a palpable, overwhelming rush. Motherhood. Love. Just an explosion of it, pulling me out of my anesthetized fog instantly, forgetting immediately the strange, almost-mechanical circumstances of the birth, the what-ifs and the pros and cons of VBAC and surgery, forgetting that this birth was any different than Noah's birth, that it was any different from ANY birth, because how different could it be, when it has the same wonderfully perfect ending?

My baby, my son, my everything I ever wanted, all over again.