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When I think of childbirth I think of my son, James, age 6. He is my only child and therefore, my only personal experience with giving birth. What I remember about my son's birth is that it was magical. From the moment he came out and was put on my chest I fell in LOVE! I loved my son in the womb, but my love for him was magnified by a 1,000 percent when I saw him for the first time! I will never forget what he looked like and how he felt in my arms. I remember that he came out screaming and I could have cared less. I think I even told him he could yell as loud and as much as he wanted! His head was so full of blonde hair I was shocked. I had never seen a baby with a full head of blonde hair like his. It was beautiful and so was he. The nurses took him to the changing station where they made sure he was perfect and I remember not being able to wait until he came back to me. I wanted to hold him forever. After he was cleaned up and given back to me with a clean bill of health, I held him and rocked him for as long as I could remember. I didn't take my eyes off of him for one second! People came in to see him and congratulate me but I don't remember saying much to them or even looking at them. I knew in my head I was exhausted but I could have held him for another three days I think. I didn't want to waste one minute not looking at him or caring for him. He is the most special and precious thing I could have ever been blessed to know or love.