Matthew's 10

Today Matthew turned 10 years old. I can still remember the day he was born like yesterday. I went into labor shortly after midnight. I got up and watched TV for awhile, timing the contractions. After awhile, Greg got up (I hadn't woke him up). He got real nervous and started cleaning the apartment. Pretty soon, I said we have to go to the hospital NOW. So, I guess we got there around 5 am. They checked us in, then checked to see how dilated I was. The nurses eyes bugged out and she said I was at a 9. So, I was told there was no point in an epidural at this point and was sent to the labor room. I had back labor with Matthew, the only one of the three, and it was AWFUL. It took three hours of pushing, and I remember thinking I can't do this anymore, and finally he came at 10:05 am. He was the most beautiful baby ever.