On this cold day in January, three years ago, I was admitted to the hospital to give birth to my second son. Having had the easier labour and delivery ever when I delivered my first child, I was confident things would go just as smoothly the second time around. However, I went into that delivery room much more prepared than the first time—I didn't bring a suitcase filled with novels with me. Not only did I pack more appropriately, I was wiser as a mother, with over two years of experience under my belt. After my son was born my sister brought me fettuccini alfredo from my favourite Italian restaurant. I ate my dinner and watched CNN as my new baby slept soundly beside me. This time around, I wasn't afraid to close my eyes, and I didn't jump with each sound or movement my baby made. I even managed to sleep that night, something I didn't do for 72 hours after my first son was born. I was so much more relaxed. And very blessed, to be the mother of these two little boy...
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