AFTER HAVING MY TWO BOYS, I LOVED THOSE COUPLE OF DAYS IN MY HOSPITAL ROOM. OK. OK. HINDSIGHT IS 20/20 AND I'M MENTALLY BLOCKING OUT THE PART WHERE I SHARED A ROOM AND HAD TO WALK PAST A STRANGER'S LARGE, VISITING FAMILY JUST TO USE THE BATHROOM. I MIGHT HAVE CALLED MY HUSBAND WHO WENT HOME TO GRAB A FEW THINGS IN TEARS BEGGING HIM TO COME GET ME BEFORE I WAS MOVED TO A PRIVATE SUITE AN HOUR LATER... :) BUT SERIOUSLY, WITH ENOUGH IGNORING OF MINOR DETAILS, I CAN HONESTLY SAY THAT I LOVED IT: THE TEENY-TINY BRACELETS, THE BLUE & PINK STRIPED BLANKETS AND HATS, ALL THOSE TRAINED PROFESSIONALS THERE TO HELP ME AND THIS AMAZING NEW PERSON TO LOVE. THE HOSPITAL STAY IS THE FIRST STOP IN A LIFETIME OF MEMORIES WITH YOUR NEW BABY. IT IS HARD. BUT IT IS SPECIAL.

AND IT MAKES FOR BEAUTIFUL NEWBORN IMAGES.

CHECK OUT THIS LITTLE GUY. HE WAS BORN ON A WEDNESDAY WEIGHING ELEVEN AND A HALF POUNDS - READY TO TAKE ON HIS TWO BIG BROTHERS - AND TO STEAL HIS MAMA'S HEART.