This year was honestly harder than last year. Most likely because I was lucky enough to experience all childbirth had to offer, and it really makes me miss those first few moments with my first born, those moments that I can't remember clearly. I don't really remember the first time I saw her, nursed her, or held her. Its all quite a blur.
Thinking back on G's birth, reminds me of watching a horror movie. (and not just because of all the blood) You see the girl run up the stairs, and you yell at the TV "don't go up there!" She picks up the phone "of course the call is coming from INSIDE the house" When I relive the day she was born, my now knowledgeable and informed self yells things! "Don't go in for an induction, wait for her to pick her birthday" , "Don't let them break your water" , "Get up off that bed and move" , "You CAN do this!"