1 Year Ago: Birth Day

I've tried a hundred times to write our story. I wanted to tell it today, but I still can't find the words.

I never knew until my sons were born that it's possible for a heart to feel like it's bursting with joy and still be breaking at the same time, but mine did that day. In the minutes that felt like hours until I got to at least see them for the very first time – even though I could hear my babies and I knew they were OK – until that moment they both might as well have been at the other end of the earth because I was helpless to get to them. I still get a lump in my throat when I look at these photos for that reason.

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My babies, minutes old (Nate is front and center, already cutting in on Seth's face-time with an outstretched palm):

Nate's debut: 

Seth finally getting some press, still covered in vernix (which is magical stuff btw):

My first moments with Seth, aka Baby B:

I had to double check this photo because he looks so much like his brother here, but the "B" on his swaddle confirms it's Seth: 

Come to think of it, they do resemble each other the most when they're crying, so I guess that it makes sense that I'd have to take a closer look. 

And then I got to finally see Nate (aka Baby A) for the first time. Not crying anymore, just a little grumpy:

And like his brother, absolutely perfect.

- L.