Happy Birthday Baby

It's DS's 2nd birthday today! He was so cute, last night I was trying to cuddle him, telling him about the night before he was born. And all he wanted was to get down and brush his teeth. Maybe I'll try again when he's a little older and can appreciate it.
So I'll write about it here. I knew when I was having him (but not if baby was a girl or boy) because he was breech, so I had to have a scheduled c-section.
My mom & dad came out to stay the night before, a thursday night. Dad helped DH put together the toybox and the crib, and Mom helped me make the crib, and get the guys to arrange the furniture. Then we went downstairs to visit. It helped me to take my mind off of the surgery to have my parents there the night before. Mom & Dad were to stay the weekend, as DH was going to stay in the hospital with me.
In the morning Dad took pictures of us leaving for the hospital, and then he went to my sister's to walk my niece to school. DH and I had to sit in the waiting area at the hospital for over an hour. I was starving, but they came to get us after not too long.
It was early! I had been told the surgery would start at 1pm, by the time it was under way, DS was actually born at 12:51. He weighed 7lbs 11oz, and was 21 inches long.
As it was a section, there was a curtain up so I couldn't see what was going on. I could feel when they pulled baby out, as a kind of a release of weight, and then I heard them say, "congratulations, it's a boy", and then DS crying. Then the *stupid* intern comes around the curtain and tells us we have a beautiful girl. I, at this point, am hopped up on adrenaline and drugs, and am all confused. I was convinced that I was having a girl, they told me I had a boy, now they're saying it's a girl. Did I have twins, and I missed it???? I looked at the intern in confusion and pondered his statement. He apologized to us profusely.
We had a chuckle, and then DH went over to where he was being weighed, etc. He left to the nursery with baby, as I was being stitched back up. The hospital policy is that you are not allowed to hold your baby until your epidural has worn off. However, my Obgyn and family doctor were there with me, and as my gurney was stopped in front of the nurser, my Obgyn told DH to hand me the baby, and go get the camera. I got to hold DS for a good couple minutes, and our doctor took a bunch of pictures of us. He was hilarious. He told DH he should be kissing me, and so then he took a picture of DH laying one on me while holding DS! It really is a cute family picture.
My parents showed up at the hospital just after I was brought up from recovery, even before DS was brought back to us, because they were so anxious to see their grandchild! And from thereonin, we had visitors allllllll day long. It was beautiful, wonderful, and lovely.
Being a mom is the most amazing feeling in the world. There absolutely is no way to describe the immediate love you have for your child.
Hopefully, one day, DS will be interested in listening. Right now, I'll take the numerous times a day he'll stop playing to say "yuv you mommy", "huggie","kissy". That melts my heart.