The birth of my daughter was not as spectacular as I expected it to be. I hated the sight of blood, and that is mostly what it was. What I really remember, and I was much more happy about, was bringing her home.
We had her room ready, painted and waiting for her 3 months before she was due, and it just felt so right to bring her home. I remember the smile on her bright little face when we first laid her in her cribs. She smiled at us and turned to cuddle up with the teddy bear we put in her crib and I remember the happy tear that rolled down my cheek right there.