I'm all teary just thinking about it! Nathan is nine today. This morning, I looked at the clock at 8:35. He was born at 8:25, but to be honest, I didn't want to hold him until the doctor had giving me something to numb the seering pain in certain areas. Let's just say Nathan arrived *quickly*. At least his shoulder did. Ha ha!
So, DH held him first (and got peed on!) But in ten minutes I was holding him. He had lots of dark, swirly hair, and the cutest feet!
Wow! He's such a good boy! Happy Birthday, Sweety!