This time last year...

This time last year I was in a lot of pain that I thought was false labor because it was "in the wrong place" (very low instead of up high like everyone said it would be) and alternating between pacing our bedroom and laying on our bed crying. Everytime I think of it my chest gets tight, my stomach hurts, and I start breathing faster. There are tears in my eyes. This is my long dark night before the beautiful dawn that changed my life (for the better) forever. I hope that someday I will make peace with how it all happened, but for now I am going to go hug our unbearably wonderful son and try to forget...