Julie's Journal

My first born is 14 today. It will always feel like yesterday was 5/28/91 at 2:18PM. It’s so deeply seated in my mind. The way I went into labor. The way I felt. How scared I was. How unsure of what kind of mother I would be. The way the room looked. My doctor. My nurses. The pain. The way I couldn’t push when everyone was screaming at me to. How he looked when I first saw him. The intense love I felt immediately upon looking into his eyes. My mom calling on the phone in the labor room for updates. The first time I realized I was a mother.

We hugged today at 2:18, and it meant the world to me.