Nostalgia - Babies

My youngest (soon 2) was today operated on his thumb, and had to be put under full anasthetics. It was thankfully an in-and-out procedure, went very well, and we were allowed to return home after a couple of hours. Although it was a minor operation, I was scared, as I guess any parent is who knows what risks are involved in any operation. But I was also nostalgic, because right next to the operating rooms were the birth wardens, where I gave birth to all three children. I saw a woman at the door in labour pains. I saw dads sleeping. I saw newborns in their car seats. And in the room where my son woke up, there was a mother and her 20-minute old infant. Seeing a new born nearly makes me cry each time. A new life is such a blessing. And I have been so blessed to have experienced this three times myself, and through friends, continue to see new mini-people join this world - and grow up into little people, and bigger people.